Lyla
Two days later…
"Lyla...Lyla…Lyla…"
I stirred as my eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. I wanted to open my eyes and ask who was calling and what the person wanted but my mouth felt too heavy.
"Lyla… Lyla…Lyla…"
The voice came again, this time, more insistent than the first time. Grumbling, I swung my legs off the edge of my bed and rose, my bare feet against the cold floor, sending me cold tremors.
The voice came again, more insistent than before and I followed after it. My mind was too foggy as if I was trapped in a dream but that was real. I followed after the sound of the voice, half-asleep, half-awake running into the wall severally as the voice continued beckoning me.
Each time I hesitated, the voice called again, urging me forward.
"Lyla…"
