Witch's Diary » Places

         In the morning, Valeria woke with a start. She seized and wrung her blanket. This was not her room. This was not her home. Soon, her memories returned, and her grip on the blanket relaxed. Rubbing her face, she let her feet hit the ground. She hesitated, shifting weight onto the foot slowly, but her eyes fluttered as she felt no pain. She turned her sole up, and it was as if no cut had ever been there. The man's spell really had worked.

Speaking of the man, she hopped out of bed and looked around. "Morning," she said, voice soft. With the shutters closed, she could not tell what time it was. She felt her way across the room and fumbled for candle and match.