I knew that I had dreamed, something about a purple fire, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember it when I woke up. Slowly coming out of my dream, I could feel that I was laying on something soft and someone was playing with my hair and giving me a foot massage. All in all, not a bad way to wake up.
I hummed as I stretched my body, still refusing to open my eyes. I was tired, had the mother of all headaches, and really, really wanted a chocolate cake. I heard Wang Chao's chuckle and I smiled in response.
"This place has supplies," he said, his voice could tempt an angel to sin, and I was no angel.
"Supplies?" I said, my attention immediately catching onto his words. "I like supplies." My headache seemed to magically disappear at the mention of supplies.
He hummed in agreement. "But you are going to have to open those eyes of yours if you want to collect them," he said as his fingers continued to comb my hair.
