It was hours later when Meriwa woke again from frightful dreams, her headache worse than ever. There was comfort in the pain, however. It was familiar to her, even in this form. Another reminder that she was alive and well… Meriwa knew now that she’d happily take any kind of physical pain over the cold embrace of endless darkness, the kind that swallowed someone whole.
Something she’d been so close to she could have reached out and touched it.
Almost had.
She squinted against the murkier haze where she found herself, only to realize that it wasn’t night air she was seeing – a room in the dark – but fabric. Her face had sunken deep into the pits of her feathered pillow. It was damp too, no doubt from her still-wet hair.
Speaking of her hair, it was a snarl around her head and she ha
