It was warm.
A soft, golden warmth brushed against his face.
"Ughh…!"
He groaned faintly, his eyes still heavy as he shifted under what felt like a blanket.
But it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, the air felt fresh, and the rhythmic hush of wind that brushed past his face carried the faint scent of grass.
Grass.
"Hmm…"
He blinked. Once. Twice. The light filtered through his lashes, warm and comforting, and yet—
Wait.
Sunlight?
His eyes snapped open.
Then he froze just as sunlight hit his face.
There shouldn't be sunlight here.
"???"
Leander bolted upright, the blanket falling from his shoulders. His heart pounded as his gaze darted around—a familiar ceiling, an open window, and that view of trees, grass, and flowers—all of it bathed in gentle daylight.
"!!!"
"Oh no!" he croaked, eyes wide. Because unless something had gone terribly wrong, his last view shouldn't have been sunlight and fresh air; it should have been a ginormous, tentacled monster!
