She was warm, and surprisingly comfortable. The feeling was a stark contrast to what she remembered until this moment, and it made her dread opening her eyes for fear that this was a dream, and she was still lying on the floor of that cold hallway, with a man looming over her, about to cut her...
She stilled, every muscle freezing with an awful realization that made her slowly lift her hand, without opening her eyes.
She brought the hand toward her stomach, beneath what felt like a soft fur blanket, and touched her belly.
The firm bulge made a wave of relief wash over her, and she finally dared to open her eyelids.
Brightness.
Too bright.
She quickly shut her eyes again and groaned at the sting in the back of her eyes, the sudden, hurtful light burning through her lids.
