Sobering Memories

Sienna

Slowly, my eyelashes fluttered open. I lay there for a moment, conscious of my own breathing, before palming my face and forcing my eyes wide open to take in my surroundings.

I hadn't been woken up by the sun. Levi's room barely had a window for that. No. What dragged me out of sleep was the throbbing, pulsing ache sitting right behind my forehead.

As I pushed myself upright, the pain shot