Sleeping peacefully in her bed, with no idea someone wanted her dead, Meredith was cradling a pillow to her chest.
The sun was beaming through her blinds causing
her to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Meredith; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her
face.
Today was a big day, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to face it. She needed some serious motivation to get going today.
Meredith stared at the ceiling lost in thoughts trying to motivate herself but nothing was working. She hoped her brother and Sofia were okay. Did they miss her? Also Atlas, what was he doing at the moment?
Meredith remembered the magical mirror Marcus had given her last night. She reached for the mirror which was perched on her bedside table, and gazed into it while thinking of Atlas.
