Eyes. Sleep-stained eyes. Having been laid to rest the passing dawn, still numb to the lights bouncing through the crisp air, as if crystalline branches from some unseen tree- seeming skittish and shy, if not for their brilliance- were attempting to find their way, bold and empowering, into the very heart of the room.
If only those slumbering eyes had foreseen the terrible fate in store for them...

It came as a light knocking, easily passed off as just the shadows of a dream since forgotten- and the decumbent figure, tangled between soft layers of cool linen, found himself dozing off once again…




[...To be continued]