In the depths of her slumber, Samantha stirred on the bed, her body subconsciously turning to her right to seek warmth where it is available on the big, cold mattress, her dainty hands reaching for her blanket and pulling it properly over her body. Her face, which had been weighed with fatigue from yesterday's hassle, eased as a sign that she had slept well, but before she could drift deeper into her sweet slumber, a sudden, peculiar sensation washed over her.
Choosing to ignore it as she already agreed with her mind that it meant nothing, she mysteriously felt the rising heat of something– of someone; it was an unnatural, searing cold, like a fire that burned without warmth, and it mysteriously enveloped her in a blanketed embrace, subtly entrapping her. Sensing the physical presence of whatever produced this heat, her eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the light of day, whilst it seeped in through the transparent cloud-white curtains.
