LILY
The world was soft and warm when I woke up. It felt as if I was wrapped in a warm cocoon made of pure clouds and sunshine.
That was how a decent bed and blankets felt after two years: like pure, undiluted heaven.
I slowly propped myself in a seated position, sighing as I lay my back on feathery cushions, and I looked around.
I was in a bed – one of the biggest I’d ever seen, probably even bigger than the one I used to share with Connor, before everything happened. It even had a canopy – a solid frame of finely chiseled cherrywood holding up curtains of warm, creamy fabric.
The surrounding room was decorated in the same style and colors: every piece of furniture was made out of cherrywood, and the walls and tapestries were the same color as the canopy. On the opposite side of t
