I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes.
I didn't want to. Because even with my eyes closed, I could see everything.
It wasn't like the vision in the forest. It was chaotic. I could feel the thread count of the sheets against my skin, not just the texture, but the tension of the cotton fibers. I could feel the hum of electricity in the walls, vibrating like a plucked cello string. I could feel the slow, deep thrum of the oak tree outside the window, drinking sunlight.
It was loud. It was overwhelming.
I groaned, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes.
“Too much?” a low, gravelly voice asked.
I flinched. To my new senses, Adrien’s voice wasn't just sound. It was a wave of warmth, a texture like velvet and woodsmoke that wrapped around me.
“It’s… loud,” I whispered. “ Everything is
