Jamie slowly sat up, blinking against the soft golden light that lingered in the air. For a long moment, he just stared at the ceiling, his brain trying to process everything that had just witnessed.
He rubbed the back of his neck and muttered to himself, "Okay. So. Either I passed out, had the weirdest dream of my life while logging in or I really did just traumatize a literal goddess. Which would officially make me the worst person in existence....?"
Silence answered him. For a second, he almost convinced himself it had all been an illusion. Then a voice spoke inside his mind, quiet and laced with irritation.
"I wish it had been a dream," the voice grumbled.
Jamie froze. His pulse spiked.
"Who said that?" He looked around wildly, scanning every corner of the shack he had rented. No one was there. No footsteps, no rustling, nothing.
