The morning light shone into little Mira's eyes, and slowly, she began to stir. As she shifted under the covers, she realized she had never felt a quilt so soft before, warm yet light, like she was wrapped in a gentle cloud.
Blinking herself awake, Mira took in her surroundings and quickly noticed that this wasn't her bed. In fact, the room was bigger than her entire old apartment.
"Am I in a hospital?" Mira wondered. "No, that can't be it… that hospital smell isn't here."
Then, little by little, her memory came back. The events of the previous day, why she had cried so much, why her eyes felt so swollen and tired, it all returned.
A part of her wanted to just close her eyes again and go back to sleep. At least while she was asleep, she didn't have to think about any of it. She could forget, even if just for a little while.
