bitclouds

Ash found herself in the pleasant limbo between dreaming and waking – the void where sense and mind alike lapsed and became pleasantly dull. She rose from her stone bed, licking her lips and clearing the thick taste of sleep from her mouth. Her eyes parted slowly, registering only the vague outlines of the cavern’s various objects; and, rolling onto the floor and approaching the small underground spring that adjoined her cave, she only vaguely felt the splash of cool water on her face. Even the scents wafting in through the entryway – the faint pollens and gentle pine smells that accompanied the early spring – were onl