Redna's POV
The darkness soon begins to fade, and a shimmer of light has me blinking twice as a sharp pain tears through my iris with intensity.
There is a white curtain billowing in the wind at a corner, and I find myself in a very comfortable spot, more comfortable than anything I'd known.
For the past two decades, my life has managed to last; I've only experienced a warm, soft bed with my eyes in the movies.
When my consciousness has fully returned. I figure I'm not in the hospital anymore but in this strange, large, chic room and on the softest, smoothest sheets I've ever lain on my whole life.
The walls were made of, "whatever they were made of", but they are like gold. The air smells faintly of fresh paint and polished wood.
I try to move a limb, but aching pain shoots through
