Neveah awakened to the feeling of a hand stroking her hair affectionately, and the very moment her consciousness was restored, her mind presented a vague memory of the night before.
That warm embrace, tender whispers lost to her subconscious mind, a scent that was so familiar, it had long registered itself in her heart... even when it should have had no place there.
The memory was unclear, perhaps a dream, Neveah could not be sure but what she was certain of was the fact that she had thought of a name...a name that should not have been on her mind.
Her mind had recognized that presence, even through the haze of sleep,
But now, knowing there was indeed a presence beside her at this moment, Neveah was not certain she wanted to look.
What would she do if it had only been a dream? What would she do if it was not a dream at all? Neither of these questions were easily answered... because neither of the feelings they triggered were right.
