*Isadora*
When reality pulls at me the first thing I notice is the comfortable warmth engulfing me, or more the lack of cold, a cold I have become so used to that I don't really notice it anymore, not before now when it is not there.
A scent of roses, also hangs around me, heavy and sensual, tickling my nose to a near sneeze. I feel someone gently caressing my hand in between little pats on the back of it.
“Hello luv. I can see you are back, now open those pretty eyes”. The voice is feminine, but sounds like she has spent her life drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes.
As my eyes blink open my vision goes from blurry to clear and a woman comes into view. She looks to have celebrated only a few more birthdays than my own twenty-four. She looks like a spunky but at the same time mother
