Warmth.
Ephraim felt a shawl of heat wrapping around the entirety of his body. First, in his fingertips. The warmth by the end of his fingers slowly transpired to his forearms, crawling to the depths of his bones, until slowly—heat began to encompass his whole body. He still wasn't feeling wholly awake, and it felt just like a reverie to him still.
The warmth begun to escalate now into something hotter. But it wasn't burning him; instead, Ephraim felt safe. He felt like he was being cradled by that heat, like a mother's embrace. He longed to stay with that heat, succumbing his whole body to the flare.
