SCARLETT ROSE
The sleep consumes me suddenly, like a wave dragging someone unsuspecting.
Lying on Maya's bed, holding the pillow against me as if it were a shield against the pain still lingering in the air, I slip into something that should be rest, but it isn’t.
When I open my eyes, I immediately realize something is wrong.
I’m in Maya's room, but it’s not as I remember it.
Everything seems more... alive.
The curtains glow in vibrant tones, the scent of fresh flowers fills the air, and the golden light streaming through the window creates a warm and welcoming atmosphere, the opposite of the heavy gloom that usually inhabits this house.
I rise slowly, feeling the soft touch of the carpet under my bare feet.
My eyes scan the room, absorbing every detail as if it were the first time
