Isadora Davis
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a room bathed in soft, golden sunlight. It was the most beautiful room I have ever seen, and trust me when I say this room is much more gorgeous than my parents room, which Logan remodeled.
Impossible, I know.
The unfamiliar surroundings were adorned with delicate curtains, intricate patterns on the walls, and an ornate mirror that seemed to reflect a world of elegance. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as I took in the beauty of this place I had never seen before.
It was like a piece of heaven.
Was I dead? If that were the case, then trust me, I would be happy because, honestly, I was tired of living, and I would gladly live in this beautiful place.
"Dora, thank God you're awake," I heard a voice say, and I turned a
