The bed was shrouded in drapes of more pure white, drifting on gentle currents of cool air. The sheets were all perfectly white and smooth. I’d gone jogging on beaches with less sand than was in my eyes. When I blinked my eyes open, they felt gummy, but I was able to lift my arm, slowly, and wipe them clear. The heavy wool lining coating my thoughts seemed to have lightened up. The fire in my chest had finally begun to die away. You know those old cartoons where people sleep on fluffy clouds? Those guys would wake up screaming in pain if they got suckered into taking one of those clouds after they’d been in Mab’s bed. that just doesn’t convey how soft this bed was. What I probably should say was that I woke up in a soft bed. Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy.
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