I groaned and stretched my limbs, turning over in my bed. No. Not a bed. I was on a rough floor. I opened my eyes. I was back in my cell. Why couldn't it be that when I woke up, it would all be a terrible nightmare?

The girl in the corner was singing a soothing song. Her voice was nice. It made me feel warm on the inside. I remembered everything that happened before I passed out for the last time.

I must have imagined the soft bed. I craved for my bed ...