Lilith spent the entire night staring at the ceiling of her room, and once it was some minute past five in the morning, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift into sleep.
***
The smell of freshly baked bread linger in the nostril of Lilith, prompting her to gently open her eyes.
She fluttered her eyelashes for some time as she tried to adjust to the brightness of the room.
Lilith sat down straight on the bed and sniffed in her nose, following the scent until her gaze settled on the bedside table.
There was a brown-looking bread that was on a white plate above the bedside table.
'Is this a dream?' She inquired within herself as she raised her hand and pinched her cheeks.
'Ouch!' Lilith winced in pain. 'I guess it ain't a dream after all.' She mused, trying to gently slide down from the bed.
