SERAPHINA’S POV
The next morning, I'm jolted from my deep slumber by the sound of laughter – particularly the kind you'd hear after every punchline in an old nineties sitcom.
I ignore it, thinking it's just an extension of my dream until it resounds again, originating from the outside world, and my body descends.
I groan with annoyance, hating the fact that I'm being woken up so early in the morning and swiftly turning to get whoever it is to shut the f**k up.
Then, out of nowhere, a migraine hits me like a bomb.
I can feel every blood vessel pumping blood to my brain, each pulse fast and hard, causing excruciating pain in the process.
Settling back down on my pillow, I keep my eyes shut, waiting for the discomfort to subside. Once it does, I tentatively open my eyes, only to be i
