If he could rewrite his nightmare into dreams

Morning came as it always did, with sunshine and the chirping of birds. Melian staggered out of her bedroom with her head pounding and discovered Evangeline’s door was slightly ajar. She put her hand gently to the door and it swung open under her touch. Melian creased her eyebrows, finding Evangeline was not in her room.

Turning the corner, she came to a doorway, the door of a music room propped fully open. Peering in she saw two figures slept on the velvet and she jumped nervously into the air when Zander came out from there. He was wearing a black sweater. He stopped dead in his doorway, his eyes moving from slightly open door to Melian, his eyebrows slowly rising.

“What’re you doing in there?”

Zander closed the door shut behind him. “They’re sleeping.”

“Who?” She demanded, looking puzzled.

“Evangeline and Luan.” Zander said dismissively.

She tilted her head to the side. “And you let them sleep together?” Melian crossed her arms over her chest.