Lucy Ansley opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling dizzy and unable to distinguish between dream and reality.
She dreamed she was ill, and her mother made her favorite egg custard, instructing her little cousin not to disturb her.
It was too real, so real that it made her heart clench, and she red-eyed, called out softly, "Mom..."
The empty room gave no reply.
Lucy Ansley pouted, forcing back the moisture in her eyes.
After a moment, she propped herself up to try to sit, but as soon as she moved, something fell to the floor with a thud.
The bedroom lights weren't on, and Lucy Ansley couldn't see what it was. At the same time, someone outside in the corridor heard the noise, and the door swung open, "Madam?"
Bright light poured in through the crack in the door; it was Skye Jade judging by the voice.
Lucy Ansley maintained her upward motion, her voice weak and hoarse, asking, "What time is it?"
