Jaenor jerked awake with sudden violence, his body snapping upright before his mind had fully processed the transition from dream to consciousness.
The top of his skull connected with something solid with a sharp crack that sent pain shooting through his head and elicited a startled yelp from whoever had been leaning over him.
"Ow!"
Through the haze of disorientation and lingering dream fragments, he found himself staring into familiar violet eyes that were now watering from the impact.
Rena.
He recognized her face instantly.
Rena sat beside his bed, one hand pressed to her forehead where his skull had struck her, but her expression held nothing but overwhelming relief.
He looked around quickly, checking for his surroundings, and he touched his face and chest to see if he was still alive and the darkness around wasn't present.
It was all a dream, which he found hard to believe.
Then he looked at her.
