#CHAPTER 93: Nothing Bittersweet Like a Beautiful Dream

MAEVE POV I felt warm. Uncharacteristically warm. It was nothing like the boiling heat of a fever, but rather the warmth of a new day, shining down on me. My body creaked and groaned like worn wood as I rolled flat onto my back. I didn’t recall going to sleep with such discomfort… I must’ve slept in an odd position. I rubbed my eyes, still bleary and clouded with thick layers of sleep. When I opened my eyes this time, wincing with the shining of the bright sun, I lifted a hand to block the light. And, slowly, everything came into focus. I was, indeed, no longer in my bedroom, but a small, private grassy field, beautifully decorated with well-groomed flowers and shapely shrubbery. And there, just behind the flora, was an all too familiar greystone mansion. I was in the gardens behind our home. When did I get here? This couldn’t have been one of those dreams. The few times I’d experienced them were distinct, down to the ‘t.’ Without fail, I would alway