By the time I awake, a pale light is streaming in through the curtained windows and the faint smell of cooked food is wafting up from the floorboards below. There is a light sheen of sweat on my skin from nightmares I cannot remember, but aside from that, I appear relatively intact.
So no one has come to murder me in my sleep, then, I laugh inwardly to myself, only half joking. Blearily, I stretch, pushing out my arms against the light pouring out from the window to shield myself from its brightness, and smile to myself, a giddy feeling overcoming me.
A day before today and I was about to get married to a man I had never met in my life, in a wedding dress I will eternally despise, and a heart set on another man entirely. Now I am mere hours away from addressing the most esteemed demons in hell, with a faint headache from a little too much to drink from the night before and the Devil himself shuffling in the room below.
How things change.
