As my consciousness slowly returned, I became aware of the softness of my pillow beneath my head, the gentle morning light filtering through my curtains, the silence of my room a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield.
I raised my hand to my forehead, my fingers brushing against it as the throes of a slight headache gripped me.
As I blinked and shifted my weight, the mattress beneath me groaned softly, its soft springs giving way to the gentle pressure of my body.
My fingers grazed the rough linen of the sheets as I pulled myself to a sitting position
As I turned my head, I caught sight of Damon sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and a bored expression on his face.
"Look who finally woke up," Damon said, his lips twitching into a tired but affectionate smirk. "I was starting to think I'd need to administer smelling salts to rouse you from your slumber.
