FREYA

I woke up from another nightmare, that’s twice in one night. I touched my face, finding it wet, an indication that I have been crying even though I was completely unaware of it. Feeling more hot than usual, I glanced towards the window, frowning slightly when I noticed it was open.

Edging out of bed, I walked toward it, prying the curtains apart to open the window wider, and finding it odd to be feeling that hot despite how cool the air was against my face. A breezy sound slapped ...