Silk and Scars

~SIENNA POV~

I wake up to warmth. Real warmth. Not the feverish, sticky heat of infection, but a deep, enveloping comfort that seeps into my bones. My eyes flutter open. For a split second, my brain expects the grey concrete ceiling. It expects the buzzing bulb. It expects the smell of mold and fear.

Instead, I see cream-colored silk.

I am staring at a pillow. My cheek is pressed against it. The s