One hundred and Nine

One hundred and Nine

Naomi

If I had a precious stone for how many times I blacked out in the past twenty four hours, I would have five precious stones, because four times is too many and I would be given an additional one as a bonus.

My head throbbed as I regained consciousness, again. This was getting old.

But I didn't have time to focus on that.

My eyes took in where I was.

I found myself in an unexpected room. A airy room filled with unlit candles, and plants growing at every corner of the room. The breeze coming from two of the huge windows in the room rattled the dream catchers dangling on the ceiling.

I laid on a small but comfortable bed, and there was a cup of something sweet smelling beside me, and my throat longed for a drink.

I contemplated taking the cup in between my lips when the door flung open, and Hazel walked in with an old woman who could barely walk.

"You are awake," Hazel said cheerily, sitting beside me on the bed, and picking up the cup from the table before han