Chapter VII - The Letter

Slowly getting Serra's consciousness back, she gradually opens her heavy eyes only to find a weird setup. She spent her time just gazing, wondering if it was the ceiling or a hood of a bed. Am I in heaven?

She raises her hand and moved her fingers. It seemed real but her hands were looking softer than she remembers. She doesn't even remember having a soft bed. When she realized that, she abruptly sat up, looking at her surrounding through what seemed to be a thin curtain that was tied to the poles on each corner of the bed.

Serra felt like she was in a lucid dream so she decided to pinch her arm but all she felt is a little pain from pinching herself.

"What in the world is this?" she murmurs under her breath. "Is this how it is to die?"

Right at that moment, there was someone knocking on the door which made her look that way. Before she could utter any words, it suddenly opened, revealing someone who is as pretty as a sunrise. Perhaps an angel.

"You're awake!" the lady gasped the mo