Viola woke up the next morning feeling strangely well rested. It had been a long time since she had slept this long through the whole night, usually she was always haunted by nightmares and would wake up in the middle of the night.
But she hadn't only slept well, even when she recalled having a nightmare, she had not felt that all-consuming loneliness after waking up, the one that gnawed at her heart and soul.
She also vaguely recalled being held and soothed, and not just that. Viola's hand flew to her neck, where she remembered feeling something biting and licking her.
Had she imagined it, or did a warm dog creep into her room to lick her neck? One of her friends in Moonwillow had a dog, and that dog annoyingly liked to lick her anywhere it found. The licking and biting in her sleep had felt exactly like that.
How did a dog get into this luxurious paradise of a penthouse?!
