Thud.
Thud.
A sound echoed near my ears. What was that noise?
It sounded like footsteps.
First, my hearing responded. Then, my sense of smell followed.
A faint floral scent brushed past the tip of my nose.
It wasn’t overpowering—soft and subtle—yet the fragrance lingered.
As the sound and scent drifted in, I felt something against me.
Someone’s back. Was the owner of this back the source of both the fragrance and the touch?
‘It’s comfortable.’
A strange sense of comfort settled over me.
Before I realized it, I was about to close my eyes again.
