Grace sighed as she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep, getting up from the rocker she decided to find something to eat. She knew that she had canned goods stashed around the apartment; she had hidden them before she had gone to Annie’s, in case she ever had to come back. She started for the kitchen, as she passed by her grandmother’s room she heard a soft sound. She grabbed the closest object she could- a poker- and crept to the door of her grandmother’s room. Gently nudging the door open, she looked inside.
She gasped and dropped the poker as she walked in the room, her grandmother’s form lying in the bed. Looking the same as she did before she died. Grace sat on the bed close to her grandmother with tears in her eyes. Azael’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto Grace’s she smiled weakly.
