When the door of the washroom opened, Elara closed her eyes with the speed of lightning. She could feel his looming shadow above her. So, she decided to play dead until he took his side and slept. But she heard sounds from the different corners of the room. Her eyes twitched as the desire to know what he was doing bubbled. But she held it in.
Only then did she realize how soft the pillows were. Like clouds, they were melting in her skin, and how warm the blanket was. She had never felt this heat coming from the wool she used. She felt like she was in the arms of clouds.
Exhaustion is a heavy sin. It numbs the senses and snatches the alertness a person holds. That happened to Elara when the softness of the bed molded her and the warmth of those fur blankets warmed her flesh and bones. Her eyes started to droop and before she knew it, she was in a wonderland.