Demie Again
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Alexa's POV
"Alexa."
"Alexa."
I stirred awake at the sound of my name, looking through barely opened slits. Maybe it was a dream, I was probably hallucinating, but i was sure Demie was sitting right in front of me.
Although her voice was distant, I could clearly see her. She looked much more sane than she was last time, like she was in her right mind. Her eyes, although swolled, puffy and red, looked clearer, as she gazed intently at my face.
She looked tidy, like she had taken a shower, and the mud had been scrubbed clean off her face and body. Her hair was quite shorter than I remembered, and other than it being styled properly, it looked like it was in the process of drying up. Half wet, half dry.
The dress she wore, mud brown in color, looked like it was the only thing available for her to choose from. Because, knowing Demie she'd never wear that.
I turned, intending to go back to sleep. Maybe, this was all a dream, and I'd wake up in my bed. War
