Her shut eyelids tremble before slowly fluttering open. Silver orbs framed by delicate long white eyelashes are trained on the old-fashioned yet freshly-painted wooden ceiling yet her gaze is unfocused.
She could feel it again...
She could feel something calling to her, beckoning her to come. It is a summon she could feel deep within her soul; prodding, gentle, yet absolute, waking her from sleep with its intensity. She had previously been able to ignore it when she had felt it at first, but with every passing second, it had grown in intensity until she had no other choice before her now- she had to obey.
She should be scared by it, yet she felt secure instead. In fact she wanted to go. No, rather, she needed to.
She slowly blinks again before lifting her blankets and sitting up. S
