Hazel still remembered the dream she had seen of the wolf before closing his eyes that had turned into a nude man whom she had met at noon. That was the strangest dream she had seen. Maybe death had that effect on them.
Her eyes wrinkled and a straight line formed by her eyebrows. Why could she still feel her skin?
She had died again, right? Or could it be.. She had taken another birth?
With that thought, she snapped open her eyes and sat with a start. But a frown formed on her lips when she realized that she was not in her room as she had expected.
The room was warm with bright colors curtain and open windows that had a view of woods. It had a pair of chairs with a small table in between, a small sofa and a large bed on which she was sleeping.
