Sephora's POV
I woke up like I was being chased out of my dreams with a cutlass. my head was pounding seriously and I looked around trying to remember where I was and what I was doing. It was the next day and I hadn't been able to get a proper sleep without having to see my parents being killed right in front of me over and over again. I sat up in my bed, my knees drawn to my chest as I rocked myself back and forth with tears streaming down my face.
The television was on, but I had no idea what I'd been watching. I didn't remember summoning a dream of my childhood, but I must have just before I succumbed to exhaustion. Swearing under my breath, annoyed by my lack of control, I forced myself to look around the room. I should have remained alert, not given in to sleep when enemies surro
