Artemisia

The dripping sound gets me to open my eyes groggily.

My eyelids feel heavy, like I slept for a thousand years and my body isn’t ready to wake up yet.

Sitting up, I hug myself as I look around in the shadowy cave. It seems to be made out of red stones and I shudder as a cold wind blows past me.

Where did that come from?

I stand up on my wobbly legs and notice that I’m wearing what Matthew dressed me with before going to bed.

What a strange dream.

I even feel the soreness ...