Flora carefully got up from the bed, but the moment her feet touched the ground, she hissed and fell back onto the mattress with a grimace.
Her bed stood amid the ruins of a cluster of buildings, and the ground was covered in fine gravel that dug painfully into her soles.
She looked around. There were no shoes or anything else, as though she had traveled to another world along with her bed.
"This is going to be a problem-"
Flora muttered.
Fortunately, she did not have a habit of sleeping naked-wait!
With some trepidation, she stole a glance at the bed beside hers-she could not see very clearly.
So she craned her neck and checked for quite a while before finally letting out a relieved breath.
Fortunately, neither did he.
The two beds were not very far apart.
Flora threw her blanket onto the ground, then stepped onto it and made her way to Elliot's bedside.
She did not know what she wanted to do, either. There was someone beside her, so coming over to have a look should be perfectly normal, right?
That was what the girl thought.
She had always been a sound sleeper, but lately, she kept sleeping poorly. Now that she had finally managed to fall asleep, this hateful fellow had to come barging into her dream.
Although he was only lying quietly to one side, asleep, how could she possibly sleep with him nearby?
She stood beside the bed, silently looking down at his sleeping face.
Moonlight outlined his handsome features. As though under a spell, she bent slightly, bracing both hands on the soft edge of the bed as her body leaned forward of its own accord.
The bed was dark red, with velvet curtains gathered around its posts. Its quilt and sheets