Chapter 4
There was a peculiar smell wafting in from…somewhere.
David opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight flowing in through the window. It bathed the room in the morning’s saffron glow, lighting the gossamer white curtains with a buttery hue. He tentatively moved his hands, patting at the plushy, soft blankets beneath him and recognized the familiar texture. He rolled his head left, then right, observing the bedspread, the striped wallpaper, the nightstand, the matching vanity and chair set painted sterile white.
This was his bedroom. He was home.
Anyone else, awaking to this, would have sighed, rolled over and closed their eyes, presuming any ordeals involving giants, lobsters, Old Age, and a Mouth of Death would have been a fantastic dream. But not David. The remnants of t
