Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve.

Anastasia's POV.

*In media are majorly Kira and Kyra.*

The next morning: I wake up to the sound of birds, chirping in the background. They voice sounds so angelic and so smooth that I smile at the tone. But wait, apart from that, my ears pick up the sound of waves, like at the ocean. My consciousness confused, I rub my eyes with my hands.

My eyes open slowly at first before it snap wide, and I bolt out of the bed as in front of me is a wave, and I'm suddenly in the middle of an ocean. Jeez! My body feels like it's wet, and I can't see any bed here anymore.

Oh, no! It must be a lucid dream! Not a reality, please.

I scream, but then, stop when like a reverse, everything is back to normal. I feel like a psychopath right now. Like, insane!

There's now a bed. There's now a room. There's now a wall, surrounding me. I'm back to the actuality I was in last night.

Oh, shit! My brain dings and I yell, "Kira!"

"I'm sorry..." Her voice is tiny, like that of an adult that's known