Blythe
I wake up to the feeling of my head being jostled. I groan and furrow my brows as I feel it rested on something soft. Soon something else that is soft covers my body. Cracking my eyes open for a brief moment, I discover that a pillow has been placed under my head and a blanket has been laid over me. I am still on the floor. I smile to myself, amused, as I close my eyes. Sleep rushes back to me, yearning for me just as much as I yearn for it. A brief escape for us both.
I sleep for a few more hours and when I wake up the sun has risen and my body is sore. I purse my lips as I sit up, stretching my arms and pulling the kinks out of my back. The floor is certainly not the most comfortable of places to crash for the night. But it will have to do.
I stand slowly, my limbs tight. My
