35. Awake

Dark.

Bright.

Dark.

Bright.

Dark.

He feels like all the fatigue of the world is weighing on his eyelids, but there´s something he needs to do. He has to wake up. But there´s a delicious warmth and scent enveloping him, it makes it harder to desert his bed for the unrest that he knows will be there when he wakes.

Bright.

Dark.

Bella! Bella is home.

Bright.

He was awake now. Will she remember?

"Good morning!" she says gaily.

"Good morning," he says apprehensively.

She stretches and yawns, smiling. "I slept like a baby. I feel great! How did I end up here?" she asks swirling her head around the room.

His eyes widen and his face pales.

No, dear, God! Please!