When Mylie awoke much later in the early hours of the next day, she was only stirring slightly but the hand which she had not noticed was holding her, tightened it's grip on hers. She turned in the direction where she felt the pressure coming from to behold the face she had been seeing till the last minute when she started to wake. She smiled up at the face, enjoying the direction her dream was going. It could either be a dream or good memories flashing before her in the last moments alive. Finally, the darkness would consume her, but not without giving her a glimpse of her happy moments and faces. For the last few hours or what, (she had no idea of time and it's passage), yet she knew that it had been a while as she had nearly seen everyone dear to her.
Something rather tugs on her mind
