~~~~Anya~~~~
Softness.
That was the first thing I felt the next moment I regained myself. This was nothing compared to the hard mattress in my room from Ridgewood. Not that cold floor I had spent my nights crying on after Kane's rejection. This felt different. Too comfortable. Warm.
As my consciousness slowly returned to me, I felt my brows knitting together without me even controlling them. My entire body felt so heavy almost as if someone tied huge stones to every part of my body. To even open my eyes felt like a very difficult task. A groan escaped my lips, that was when I finally struggled to pull my eyes open.
My jaw dropped, and for a moment, I just stared at the ceiling. Beautiful. Elegant. White and golden. It did nothing but deepen my confusion. I blinked several times, becau
