Layla walked up the stairs and down a familiar dimly lit corridor. She was ready for the day to be over. It had been, without a single doubt, the longest day of her life. She was exhausted and ready for sleep. She opened the door to her bedroom. Her window was open and the cool breeze filled her room. Her bed was directly across from her door inviting her in. Her room wasn’t spectacular, there weren't any tapestries or paintings. There was a well worn rug in the middle of the room at the ...