Ameriah's eyes opened slowly, her wet red demonic irises struggling to focus as consciousness gradually returned . Heavy lids lifted with effort, as though weighted down by exhaustion so profound it had seeped into her very bones.
She felt utterly tired in ways she'd never experienced before—a bone-deep weariness that seemed to permeate every fiber of her being. Yet paradoxically, simultaneously, it felt as though her body was resting on the softest cushion of cotton, floating in some state between physical exhaustion and ethereal contentment. The contradiction was difficult to articulate even in her own thoughts.
Ameriah shifted her body slightly, attempting to find a more comfortable position, and immediately let out an involuntary soft moan as pain lanced through her lower body.
