Had it all been a dream?
The last two memories I had were of the beautiful face of my savior and the sensation of his hand around mine as Id writhed in agony. The recollection of his soft, soothing voice rang clearly in my ears like a bell when hed told me it was all going to be alright. I thought of how hed brushed the caramel bangs from my eyes and kissed away my tears.
I was so busy daydreaming that I hadnt realized the scenery around me had changed at some point. I was no longer surrounded by drab white walls and the aroma of death, but rather a soothing, calming atmosphere. It was easily the most beautiful room Id ever seen, with walls that were painted a very light pink. On one side of the room and located a brief distance from the four-poster bed was a white vanity and matching chair. In another was a walk-in closet, each door having been adorned with a carving of what appeared to be a phoenix. To my left was a glass door, which led out onto a balco