Aurora’s POV
The sun was peeking through my window and I could feel the warmth on my skin which made me twirl in my sleep. Even though I didn't want to admit it. It felt good to be... I would have said home but I knew it was only a matter of time before I'll leave. There was no reason to get too attached to the place
But a part of me still hoped.
I twirled my head in my pillow again and the softness wrapped around me unlike the cold dam prison cell.
I stretched, feeling an ache in my limbs, but a good one, like my body was finally remembering comfort. It was a bit disorienting, to say the least, lying here, bathed in the gentle morning sunlight streaming through the window.
There was no cold draft, no musty smell or scratchy mattress. Just clean sheets and the soft morning air. How
