MADELINE'S POV
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"Wake up!" I nudge Atlas' arm with force. He groans deeply, turning on his back, his bulging arm draping over his eyes. I watch his fingers twitch, how his chest rises with one full breath before letting it go. "What is it?" He asks, but I grip the duvet tighter, not daring to move. "I heard something." I murmur, my voice coming out in a mere whisper, as if whatever I heard could hear me, perhaps even see me. "Something? Something like what?" Atlas remains unmoving, calm as the sea on a windless day. "I'm not sure, perhaps scraping?" It feels like a haze of memories. One minute I was in a field of wild flowers with Jaxon, the next, I heard a loud sharp noise, like nails dragging across stone. Perhaps I've gone insane?
"Describe it, Madeline." He sighs, clearly irritate
