cerenity09

A tingling sensation came to her hand. It was like a thousand tiny swords were stabbing her there over and over and over again. But she was enjoying her sleep. It was so comfortable. So safe. Safe from… Safe from what? Her eyelids flew open and she sat up, her vision blurring as a head rush consumed her momentarily. As her vision cleared, she managed to get a sense of her surroundings. She was in the middle of a garden, and a strange one, too. All the flowers seemed to change in the dimming light of the sun, fluctuating and returning. Shakily, she got to her feet, her head spinning. Safe from what? The question remained in her head,