Venezia at Dawn
As the train slowed to a stop, Mateo whispered in her ear, “Carnevale in Venice makes you feel like you have been suspended in time between the past and the present,” and with a whistle, the doors were opened to the platform. As Averey stepped off the train at the Santa Lucia station she was stepping into the unknown. The evening was cold and dark, and she was alone. Sensing her fear, Mateo escorted her to his hotel, booked her a room with a view of the canal, and arranged to meet her in the morning to explore Carnevale together. Starting to relax, she gazed out her window where the last glimmer of sun shown on the water like a spotlight waiting for the tall iron lamp posts lining the canals, to take over. Crawling into bed, the rhythm of water lapping against walls of the canal lulled her to sleep.
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