For the first time in almost two weeks, my eyes slowly opened to a ceiling that wasn't white tile. My body felt heavy with sleep and my brain still filled with fragments of my dream from the night before. I rolled over to tuck my solid black comforter farther between my bare legs and pushed my body deeper into the mattress, one that wasn't foreign, stained, and filled with metal springs, but rather my own familiar one, which was newer and packed with foam and feathers on the inside. My only desire was to fall back into sleep. First the light sleep, then deeper and deeper, past the fluffy dreams of love and fields of roses, past the strange dreams of anxiety and irrational fears, past the darker dreams of death and loss, past the terrifying.
Valerie POV
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