Days of Why and How
Chapter 8
For the second time in as many nights, she wakes slowly and stretches languidly, her lips twisting into a smile when the crick in her neck she’s come to expect doesn’t come. Instead she feels well-rested and delights in the many benefits of a good night’s sleep. A slight shiver rolls down her spine when she twists ever-so-slightly and the blankets covering her tiny frame slide away from her, exposing her to the mild chill of the room.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
The voice alarms her at first, completely unexpected. She shoots up in another bed that isn’t hers, squinting into the distance to make out the figure standing on the other side of the room. She breathes a noticeable sigh of relief when her brain finally pulls away from its haze of sleep and her memories return to her.
“Expecting someone else?”
She reaches across to the nightstand and retrieves her glasses, sight returning to her. When she turns back, the blonde is sauntering over towards the bed with a large glass full of a mysterious liquid in hand.
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