Day 2 - Scene 0

The bed was unfamiliar, but not unfriendly. The pillows were larger, but soft and reassuring. The duvet was thick and a little bit too heavy, but he'd slept well under it. It was a good bed; safe and warm.

Enar opened his eyes and scuffed around under the covers until he was on his back looking up at the ceiling. A dim pale light filtered into the room and the curtains by the window moved slightly in the breeze.

He lay still and listened to the the silence. At first all he could hear was his own breathing, but little by little the sounds of the morning found their way in to him.

Somewhere outside a bird sang the world to wake, excited about the rising sun and the new day ahead. Grass and leaves rustled in the wind, the way they always had. Now and then a branch creaked.

Underneath it all the morning breeze, sometimes near and sometimes far, sang its own song; slow and quiet, with words that no one knew.

He dozed off again.

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Continued in Day 2 - Scene 1.

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