MORIA
I close my eyes to let out a heavy breath and when my last wish for this all to be a bad dream goes unanswered, I open them, push Old man Howie back into his box in the recesses of my mind, and start to rise.
I was right.
In the light of day the creamy walls of the small space seems to absolutely glow as if lit from within.
A softness that reaches out and touches everything in the room so that even the monstrosity that is the headrest of my bed doesn’t seem as bad.
I glance at it again.
At the snarling jaws and frighteningly realistic teeth.
Nope, still f*****g hideous.
I’m certain it had been Tristen’s idea.
The wood floor is warm beneath my feet.
It is the sunlight from the window and when I gaze up at it, I realize from how high up the two suns are, that I most have sle
