When Izira woke it was still night out, shadows filled the walls of her bedroom as well as the corners of her mind. The nightmare lingered, ghosts before her eyes. Phantom touches echoed in her thoughts and she held still in fear that the dream would become a reality again. There was no one else in her room, she knew this?but still couldn?t shake the memory of the dream. It was hard for her, thinking about it. Unable to decipher if it was just a dream or a dream of something that had been. Too many faces littered her past, too many had hurt her for their own amusement, and too many moments lived in pain and fear. It had been so long since someone had hurt her, a long time since she?d had a bad dream so vivid. She wasn?t quiet sure what to do, now awake and freed from the nightmare. Knowing herself to be safe and still trying to convince herself further.
Izira sat up in bed and briefly considered seeking Alain out, the idea pushed away almost as quickly as it had flickered into her mind. Moved aside by cascading thoughts? It would be childish to do so. What would Alain think of her? How would she even explain going there? What would others think if they saw her up there at night? Instead Izira pulled the covers closer to her as she sat there. Lingering in the darkness a moment before she mustered the energy to lean over and turn on the light beside her bed. Sleep was out of the question now, unwilling was she to return to the dream from which she had escaped.
Pulling the down comforter from the bed, she placed bare feet upon the cold floor while wrapping the blanket around her naked form. Unlike other bedrooms in the inn, done in carpet or wooden flooring, Izira?s bedroom floor was made of wide white marble tiles speckled with flecks of grey. She savored the cold feeling of the marble against the bottom of her feet, allowing it to bring her mind further into awareness. A glance was spared towards the bathroom, if she was going to be up she should shower and dress. As an alternative to doing so, Izira moved through her bedroom door deciding to relocate to the fireplace in her office.
The floor of the office was wooden. The spot before the fireplace covered with a black bear skin rug. She moved to the fireplace checking the logs before starting a low fire within it. It was an easy task with her gift of flame. Cold and warmth reached her, dancing over her skin. The dream was fading from her mind. Izira considered the fire a moment, thinking to lay before it on the bear skin with her comforter. Though, the idea occurred to her that she might develop a crick in her neck if she wasn?t careful. For lack of wanting to shuffle back to her bedroom with the large blanket, Izira let it fall to the ground. Feet softly carrying her back into the bedroom to grab a pillow and then returning.
She laid out the length of the fireplace, the fur beneath her protected her from the wooden floor and the blanket over her from the slight chill at her back. An arm settled under the pillow where she nestled her head. Amber-brown irises watched the dance of the flames before her as sleep came to claim her again. Moments before she started to doze, the licking flames were transformed into her mind as dancers at a ball. Music of a high spirited nature filled the halls of her mind and her partner, a man dressed in a black suit and tie, look at her with bright blue eyes from behind a friendly mask. A smile forming on the lips of the sleeping woman as in dreamland she found herself safe in his arms.
Izira sat up in bed and briefly considered seeking Alain out, the idea pushed away almost as quickly as it had flickered into her mind. Moved aside by cascading thoughts? It would be childish to do so. What would Alain think of her? How would she even explain going there? What would others think if they saw her up there at night? Instead Izira pulled the covers closer to her as she sat there. Lingering in the darkness a moment before she mustered the energy to lean over and turn on the light beside her bed. Sleep was out of the question now, unwilling was she to return to the dream from which she had escaped.
Pulling the down comforter from the bed, she placed bare feet upon the cold floor while wrapping the blanket around her naked form. Unlike other bedrooms in the inn, done in carpet or wooden flooring, Izira?s bedroom floor was made of wide white marble tiles speckled with flecks of grey. She savored the cold feeling of the marble against the bottom of her feet, allowing it to bring her mind further into awareness. A glance was spared towards the bathroom, if she was going to be up she should shower and dress. As an alternative to doing so, Izira moved through her bedroom door deciding to relocate to the fireplace in her office.
The floor of the office was wooden. The spot before the fireplace covered with a black bear skin rug. She moved to the fireplace checking the logs before starting a low fire within it. It was an easy task with her gift of flame. Cold and warmth reached her, dancing over her skin. The dream was fading from her mind. Izira considered the fire a moment, thinking to lay before it on the bear skin with her comforter. Though, the idea occurred to her that she might develop a crick in her neck if she wasn?t careful. For lack of wanting to shuffle back to her bedroom with the large blanket, Izira let it fall to the ground. Feet softly carrying her back into the bedroom to grab a pillow and then returning.
She laid out the length of the fireplace, the fur beneath her protected her from the wooden floor and the blanket over her from the slight chill at her back. An arm settled under the pillow where she nestled her head. Amber-brown irises watched the dance of the flames before her as sleep came to claim her again. Moments before she started to doze, the licking flames were transformed into her mind as dancers at a ball. Music of a high spirited nature filled the halls of her mind and her partner, a man dressed in a black suit and tie, look at her with bright blue eyes from behind a friendly mask. A smile forming on the lips of the sleeping woman as in dreamland she found herself safe in his arms.