FIA
The dream I was having dissolved into nothing as something bright attacked my closed eyelids. I squeezed them tighter and turned my face into the pillow. The brightness persisted. Insistent and demanding.
"What the hell?" I muttered and opened my eyes.
The room was flooded with morning light. Someone had yanked open the curtains. I blinked against the sudden assault and tried to focus. A figure stood by the window. Silhouetted against the sun.
My eyes adjusted slowly. The figure became clearer. It was Doctor Maren.
But she looked different. Very different.
