Preparations

The golden sun risen just above the clouds had one of its fingers stretched over Isadora's eyelids,

haven strayed in from a near window. She murmurs incoherently and flips her body to the opposite side of the bed. She hits something hard and unmoving but goes right back to sleep.

It takes exactly five seconds and her eyes shoot open in panic as the thought registers that her bed frame was never close to a wall. Her eyes shut just as suddenly as she opened them from the harsh brightness of the room. Slowly, she opens them up, gradually adjusting to the light. The first thing she sees permanently displaces any form of sleepiness left in her body.

Isadora nervously sits up.

Vincent was staring at her with so much seriousness in his eyes and under his pressuring gaze, she feels so small. Memories of the previous night flood in.

After Vincent had instantly fallen asleep with her in his arms, it took Isadora a minute or two to regain her bearings. Haven calmed down to the nth percent she tr