It was dark when Meriwa finally woke up. The room was awash in dim, blue light that didn’t brighten even as she blinked her already-distant dreams away. It felt all too much like swiping at cobwebs only to find they were gone.
The comforter was gripped in her stiff fingers, tucked firmly under her chin - her knuckles popped a weary turn when she pried them open.
And her face had been left to the mercy of the cool, still air of the cabin’s only bedroom.
She was alone.
Twilight had come and gone while she slept, silently slipping past without aplomb or notice. And that was saying nothing of the morning proper or the afternoon that followed, of which she’d entirely missed both.
Despite the windows being closed and the curtains drawn, she could smell the wet night air. Dew on the gra
