"Celine?" I ask, trying to distinguish what is dream from reality.
She lets go of me so she meets my gaze.
"Of course it's Celine, who else would it be?" Celine asks me with a faint smile that crescents her face.
"Are you alright?" Malcom asks, now taking up the spot beside the bed.
Bed?
I feel out the surface under me, only to discover it to be a mat, suspended above the ground by some makeshift bamboo table.
This thing feels more like a stretcher than a bed.
"Abigail." Celine pulls my attention. "What's the matter?"
What's the matter she asks me.
"I'm…not quite sure." I say, my gaze now pointed to the makeshift bed.
No one says anything else.
I catch Celine and Malcom exchanges glances, but that as of now is really not where my concern is.
That…that dream? Was it even a dream?
It…it felt so real.