Her eyes jolted up ending the ultra-realistic dream she was having. Her heart thumped fast and loud with the aftershocks of the transition her awareness made, but the rest of her body felt disjointed.
Home...
She recognized the golden chandelier in the middle of the high off-white ceiling of her room, her eyes slowly found the window on her left in an attempt to tell the time. It was dark outside, but determining the hour was non-viable.
Observing the color of the sky was a mistake that made her face crumple.
The dam behind which her agonizing memories hid burst without delay. She had not forgotten her falcon's flightless final hour, running away from it into meaningless dreams was very childish of her.
Nothing would revive that piece of her soul anymore…
"Welcome back, Adelaide,"
"Father?"
