Arabella's eyelids fluttered shut even when her mind continued to buzz with everything her senses had encountered those recent three days and nights. Every little thing that brought questions without answers along.
Although the one that hogged her attention the most was her husband and the ideal solution to free him from limbo.
That was how her feet connected with that fine grass that looked just exquisite but lacked every other attribute that made the element what it was. Namely the fresh, lemony scent damp grass had the habit of emitting in the realm of the living.
That time, the young woman did not even bother looking around and simply settled down, hugging her legs to her chest.
Before long, the familiar fabric that wrapped around her shoulders before came into view, sheltering her exposed frame from the sweet winds that coursed the space.
