Sarah

Time is an illusion. I’ve never slept so much in my entire life.

My body feels weak and heavy as I linger on the edge of sleep, refusing to let myself succumb to the inky, black, depthless slumber I’ve been experiencing for days even though my body is begging for it.

I know it’s the tea. It has to be. It’s the only thing I’ve been able to keep down since spiraling back to reality, and Cosette has a habit of hiding her nasty herbal concoctions behind copious amounts of honey and cream.

A burst of pain launches me back into alertness. I sneeze loudly, ripping my eyes open...