Mircea wakes up panting loudly, she looks around to check her whereabouts. Her dark silk curtains are flapping relentlessly, she didn't leave the window open. Her room has cooled down with the night breeze that is flowing in through the open window.
Mircea pulls her quilt closer, she is dressed in a flimsy silk gown which is not much of a body warmer. She jumps out of the bed and drags the quilt with her to close the window. Before drawing in the window doors she glances at the twinkling stars that are spread peacefully in the dark space of the sky.
She was having a recurring nightmare, where her mother killed her whole family in front of her eyes. However she never got to see her mother's face.
Perhaps, her subconscious mind had forgotten how she looked.
