Dawn came the next day. Ysabelle woke up with a tired feeling. She cleared her eyes, rubbing it gently and then sat up. She was in a moment of disorientation then.
Where are the candle lamps? The transparent drapes? Where are the rose petals in the floor?
Scanning the room thoroughly, she finally realized she was now back in her bedroom... in reality.
Somehow, the truth pricked her heart. If given a chance, she would have never wanted to wake up again. She would have wanted to stay in that dream world, where the warmth is... where Marcus is...
But, a dream is always a dream, and every dream has an ending -- waking up now in her bedroom is her own end.
It left a hole in her heart.
'What a night, ' she said to herself, and then released a long, deep sigh, curling herself and putti
