A NOVEL OF TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
The room I was in was about ten feet by ten feet. There were wooden pegs in the far wall with clothes hung on them. They looked like the pants, bracers and coat I had purloined in Maryland. Brogans were on the floor below the clothes. My modern underwear, hat and mutilated t-shirt were draped over my coat.
In the corner was a small table with a stool under it and a candleholder with a short candle on top.
I got to my feet and felt very unsteady. I was lightheaded and had to sit down. After a few moments, I got up again and felt more stable. I walked toward the clothes pegs over a squeaky plank floor. I had just gotten to the pegs when the door opened.
“Well, it’s about time you got up,” a young woman said.
My mouth dropped open as I looked at this woman. She looked familiar. She was the one who had been yelling for help as she tried to pull me out of the river just before I passed out.
I stood there with my mouth wide open, and she started to laugh. I looked down and realized that I had dropped the blanket on the bed when I walked toward the clothes. I was standing before her buck-naked.
I beat a hasty retreat to the bed, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped it around me. She just continued to laugh. Whether it was my predicament, or my manly endowment, I couldn’t be sure.
She said, “Food’s ready when you want it. Bettah get dressed afore you come in though.”
Then, she just turned and left the room.
During my dressing process, I know I turned every shade of red thinking about what had just happened. I got my bracers affixed to my pants and donned all my clothes. Then, I put on my brogans. The clothes smelled as if they had been washed. I took a whiff of the hat. It still had a gamey reek, but not as bad as it did on the Maryland side of the river. I left it on one of the pegs.
I opened the door and went into the next room.