Winter
I hold onto the balcony and breathe in the fresh air. The breeze blows through my loose hair and against the loose-fitting white nightshirt I’m wearing. It’s nice out here; I like it.
After sleeping for two days straight, I woke up this morning to a woman hovering over me. She was beautiful beyond anything I had ever seen. Straight black hair, half pinned up in a fashionable style with half hanging past her shoulders. She was dressed in what I could only describe as female Viking attire. She looked like someone from the past, but she had a bright smile. The woman told me her name was Ingrid and that she would help me. I was confused at first that I bore no injury when I should have been scarred. Ingrid told me everything that happened and how I was scar-free. It didn't surprise me
