The endless floating through Eden halted when Arabella became aware of the pillowy cushion beneath her, carrying her entire weight.
The second thing that had braved the gates to the land of the dreaming was the cozy streak across her feet.
Still heavy, her eyelids flittered open ever so slowly to meet the familiar sight that greeted her.
Every wooden sculpture stood right where it did before, bathing in morning rays. Nothing had changed in Silas' room. Nothing aside from the new memories the two of them had created the night before.
At that thought, she gasped and sprung to a sitting position, an action the young woman immediately regretted as the room had started spinning around her.
Arabella shut her eyes in an attempt to readjust with her condition, sending a hand up to her neck.
