It was still raining.
Suppressing a sigh of disappointment, Arabella covered herself up with the quilt to protect herself from the gust of icy wind that had penetrated the sheets, waking her up, and tried to go back to sleep but could not.
The sound of the violent storm had awakened her before the cool breeze that entered through the balcony door window, which she had forgotten to close the night before.
Stifling a yawn, Arabella got up despite the early hour because she was awake now and wouldn't be able to get back to sleep with the early morning light and the sound of the rain disturbing her.
She was feeling quite tired because had had little sleep and had strange dreams about Sioggard and a strange tangled labyrinth, dreams that were very detailed and realistic, to the point of con
