Seth's eyes opened, he blinked again.
But what happened wasn't a dream. Melody was so distressed when he was brought back by the King himself yesterday. They couldn't stop him from going on a rampage, so they had to knock him out. Since no one could get to him safely without being drained of their blood, the King, who also had mild darkness had to do it himself.
He was out cold and she waited for him to wake up before doing anything else. His eyes fell on her face, she was fast asleep, breathing softly. She snuggled up against him, chest to chest, his heartbeat slowly catching up to hers.
He could make out her silhouette curled against his frame underneath the covers. The sun had long been out. Beautiful, eighty-two degrees, mild breeze, cloudless sunshine. It was a pretty nice day to go looking at a ballgame, except it was also Halloween.