She could feel a warm sensation touching her hair. Caressing her tired head and weeding out the stiff pain and growing anxieties. It was delicate and soft against her bruised skin. She could faintly smell lilies and dried berries. Her whole surroundings felt comforting and safe, yet she was too terrified to open her eyes. Too terrified to pull herself from this dream. The memories of the days prior stuck to her mind like honey – drizzling over her eyes and suffocating her. She was too scared to open them and be reminded of where she was. Of who she was.
Just a little longer – just a little longer she wanted to keep her eyes closed and soak up this warm dreamlike state between unconscious and awake. She didn’t want to face her reality yet. Not yet. She knew she wouldn’t be strong enough.
So instead she stayed in this dream. Where the world didn’t hate her. Where she wasn’t passed out on the forest floor. Where maybe she could be loved.
The sensation of the hand continued to move around her head and scratch behind her ears. She knew whatever this was couldn’t be real, because she actually felt loved. But she decided to let herself indulge in it a bit longer. Just a little longer. Just until the sun rose and the world woke up. Just until the world was real again - but until then she would keep her eyes closed and hum against the soft feeling of a hand brushing down her neck with love trickling out of each delicate and petite finger.
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