177. Three days...

People who say love is the cure to everything probably knew exactly what they were talking about when they said those words.

This was the case for Isla, as she laid in his bed, curling into the sheets, drinking in his intoxicating scent, her body more relaxed than it had been in years.

All through the time she slept, there wasn't a single bad dream, it was total bliss even in her dreams, he sat behind her, holding her in his lap, another time they laid together talking... It was the finest dream she'd had in a long long time. Everything was just perfect. 

Calm and cool was the wind on her skin, the little rays of sunlight flashing on her face, playing on her closed eyes. "Awwn" she let out a loud yawning sound like a cat, stretching her hands and legs, twisting and turning on the bed, cursing the sun a little for reflecting on her eyes that were still shut close.