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Asahd's POV:

I stirred in bed, feeling soft palms on my chest. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my vision adjusting gradually to the environment. I heard her soft voice that seemed to be only a dream. But then, it got clearer and clearer in my head, and then I realised it wasn't a dream.

"Asahd? Asahd? Wake up please." Saïda whispered aloud, worry evident in her voice.

I blinked several time and looked at her, sitting by me.

"I woke up late. It's six." she ...