12
The sound of muffled voices filled her groggy mind, and she became aware of her own body like a lump of numbness. When she opened her eyes, she saw blue twilight in the bedroom window, soft light that made the bed, dresser and posters on the wall visible as mere dark shadows.
Anna sat up.
She winced, touched her fingertips to her forehead and let out a groan. “Well, never mind then,” she hissed, falling back against the mattress. “Maybe I'll go back to sleep for a few more years.”
A crack in the door allowed light to spill in from the hallway, and the sound of soft voices as well. “I think she's awake now,” someone said, much to Anna's disappointment. “You can go in.”
The door swung open.
A disheveled-looking Jena stood before her in jeans and a sweat-drenched t-shirt, her eyes fi
