Pt. 17 – Previous parts in the serie can be found here.
A weekly blog serie where I share pieces of Mia’s stories and journey (as I’m currently writing the novel!)
Her wounds gave her too greater comfort for anything else. Although, I sat and watched over her as she slept, I suspected that shutting her eyes didn’t offer relief but imagery. The night was sedated, seconds felt as if we were stuck and time kept us waiting. I felt disquieted, there was no crisis but I was impatience to embrace the first light. But first, all I had to do was get us through the night.