The first place my hand went to when I woke up was my neck. I had just woken up from a bad dream where I was executed. This time I did not see Paul and Anna.
Instead, I saw that mysterious man who blew me a kiss while riding on a horseback. He was with another woman, and he was giving me a devilish smile as my head was cut off.
I was gasping, there were tears in my eyes as I thanked the moon goddess that it had all been a dream. I was still alive and breathing. My neck was still attached to my head.
My hands dropped from my neck to the bed, and I was shocked at how soft it was under my hand. The bed I've gotten familiar with after my reincarnation was a hard one. My eyes went to the bed and then the unfamiliar room.
My face squeezed into a frown as I tried to remember how I got here.
