Eralia’s POV
I stretch my muscles slowly, my eyes still closed as I wriggle a little under my blankets. Man, I am so comfortable, I don’t remember my mattress being this comfortable before.
Rolling over onto my side, I slowly open my eyes, my brows furrowing as an unfamiliar pillow case comes into view beside my head. Looking further, I notice more wrong, the walls are a different colour, and my siblings' bunkbed is missing. I look down at the mattress I’m lying on, only to find that it’s not my mattress, it's someone else's mattress, and it's part of a real bed, with clean sheets that smell like expensive laundry soap, not the cheap powder that they sell from a vending machine at the laundrette.
I lay on my side, confused, before images suddenly flood my mind. The men from my mother’s
