The Nectar

Why?

WHY!?

WHYYY!?

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I woke up. I was sweating- I couldn't really remember what kind of dream I was having but it must have been a weird dream…

For once there were no bird chirps. No nice sunlight.

Instead, all we got was intense cold and a windy morning. It was almost like there was a frigging snowstorm outside. Good thing the window was locked at least. 

I was alone in the room and so far, no one actually bothered to show up. I couldn't really tell if this was way too early in the morning, or way too late.

Anyway, I got up and got outside of the blanket. It was cold but since I had just come out of there, I didn't yet feel the intense cold coming my way. I checked my body and everything was intact. I had some scars here and there but everything was good to go. Even my hand was as good as new.  It did feel a little weird though.

'To think I'd actually lost this. Maybe, I wasn't prepared after all.'