It was 2:30 a.m. Delphinia let out a sigh, running a hand through her slightly damp hair. No matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn't come. The nightmare had shaken her too deeply, leaving her wide awake and restless.
Her throat felt dry. She rubbed her neck absently and decided she might as well get some water. Tossing the blanket aside, she slipped her feet into her soft slippers and made her way to the door.
The hallway was dead silent. The house was dark, with just a little light from a window throwing shadows across the walls. Delphinia shivered as a chill crept up her spine. She shook her head, scolding herself for being jumpy.
The kitchen wasn't far. When she reached it, she flipped on the light switch, blinking as the warm glow filled the room. The modern design, with its smooth counters and stainless-steel appliances, felt almost too clean and perfect to use, as though it belonged in a showroom rather than a home.
