The softness of the pillows beneath allowed Orva to sleep, to wash off all the stress she's been through. It reminded her so much of her parents and the time when they were alive, if only life wasn't unfair and cruel to her family she wouldn't be stuck with a controlling possessive man.
Orva hugged the pillow tightly remembering how comfy it was to hold her mother as a little girl. She also remembered dreaming about Sinclair being together on the bed with her, reminding herself how safe she felt. 'But why?' Why did she have to feel that way when she doesn't like him?.
Her eyes fluttered before they finally opened and Orva felt like she had relaxed enough, it was time to get up. Stretching her limbs like a cat, Orva slid out of bed and looked at the window, it was still noon which confused her. She had expected the day to have gone by now and not her going faster than the day.
