The desk felt cool against her face. Nice and cool and soothing. Asha was comfortable here, not a speck of alarm about how she was literally sleeping in a museum.
(It was funny how history could repeat itself with her, even unintentionally.)
They started as small scenes. Fragments forming a kaleidoscope of existence. Someone was speaking to her, and it was a comforting voice to hear.
She was in her old
bedroom. The one she'd shared with Nika and Yue in Hawknell, before they moved to their own places in Ridgefield. And there were voices outside her room.
Asha got out of bed and opened the door, it was to see that she was suddenly downstairs in her old house in Lauderhill, facing her
living room and kitchen. The Hawknell apartment didn't have an upstairs and downstairs, but in dream world, this kind of shit made sense.
On the couch, Esfir and Maxine chatting away, and in the kitchen cooking something on the stove, Abraham.
What a peaceful image. She rubbed her eyes, hungry and happy and... completely unaware that there was someone else behind her.