Ivy opened her eyes, feeling like she had slept for a long time. There were little tears folded between her eyes. Her mouth pouted open because she yawned. Her hands stretched across her back.
"It was a weird dream. What was that about?"
She closed her lips after tasting the weird taste of someone who hadn't brushed because they had just woken up from sleep. Her brow furrowed. The dream had bothered her mind so much. She wondered if it was all just a dream or if it had really happened.
"How, is this all real? I don't keep short hair. Why is my hair so long and softer like a noble daughter?"
Ivy felt her skin first by pinching it, then feeling the strand of hair that she suddenly felt touching her skin. Her lips were left agape, with her mind also crashing down, processing everything.
