Meira slowly awoke to the comforting feeling of someone stroking her hair. She smiled a little, enjoying the feeling, and shifted closer to the warmth around her. She was undeniably comfortable and, if she could, she would gladly remain in this spot for the rest of the day. The memories of the night before played in her mind, demanding to be remembered, but she shoved them away, hoping to return to the blissful sleep she had been enjoying.
As though, by some cruel joke, the hand was removed from her hair, the warmth shifting away from her a little. She groaned, knowing she would soon fully awaken and would have to face the new day.
She heard a frustrated sigh from where she knew Tommy was supposed to be. His chains clinked together as he pulled on them. She opened one eye to look at wha
