I opened my itching eyelids. It was soft and fluffy under me and made me want to sleep there more. The image of a person on the chair beside me was blurry but who cared once the scent of red roses around the bed was pleasant!
I was alive because my leg itched as rough as hell.
It felt good that from a macabre scene everything changed to a bed of roses!
The wooden cottage was as if a vacuity space under a tree. I was staring at the ceiling that was made of wattle roots and branches.
I sensed the irritation on my leg and the string that was squirming around it. I ducked my head up and with that small move, Roby put her head up. Brushing away her bangs, she rubbed her eyes. Our eyes met and after processing that I am entirely alive, she flowed to me.
Jumping up the steps of the stone bed, she pressed me to her chest. From the scent that was leaking out of her clothes, I noticed that she didn't go back to the Academy and dried here beside my bed.
