I was warm once again. This was a familiar warmth as it reminded me of my own home in the village. With the fireplace roaring and my knitted blankets that I made myself covering my body. I snuggled into the warmth more, the soft feeling welcomed against my skin. I wonder what groceries I must worry about today, I bet the Emerson’s have something for me. Wait. I peeled my eyes open.
I was not in my quaint little house; I was in a room. This was nothing like my room back in the village, the bed that I was laying on was soft, like a cloud with four posters hanging up above me. Sheer curtains connected the long, silver rods giving me a misty view of the area beyond, my eyes just being able to make an outline of things. I sat up to my knees and snatched the curtains back to take a real look at
