CHAPTER FIFTY SIX

This limbo between being awake and crashing into the worst nightmares continues throughout the night. The pain is torturous. The nightmares are agony.

Finally though, I awake and see gold light coming in through the window. I feel refreshed in a way, at least physically. I’m able to sit up.

“Do you think it’s okay to stand?” I ask.

I glance around the hut which looks even cozier in the light, but I don’t see my mysterious savior anywhere. Was he just a dream?

No. He couldn’t have been seeing as I’m here. He must’ve just left for a little while.

I decide to try standing, and at first, I am wobbly. But then, I regain my balance and am able to walk around a bit. I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to use or see, so I try not to touch anything or do any sort of prying.

My stomach grumbles, remind me that I am starving though. I suspect the man wouldn’t mind if I went into his kitchen and ate some food. But it doesn’t feel right, so I decide to walk outside and try to see if there’s an