Her eyes opened with a start.  The ceiling above her bed seemed to move back and forth like some kind of reflection on the water.  She drew a strange comfort from the familiarity of it and watched for a moment as the lights from the cars on the street below meandered in their usual fashion across the plaster above her. Meadow was surprised to feel her heart beating heavily in her chest – so loud that she swore she could hear its pounding rhythm in her ears.  She felt a slight perspiration on her upper lip and realized she must have been having a bad dream. And then the memory of it returned.  The tanned hand, crossed with deep and abiding veins, covered with…