[Lavinia's Pov]
Ughhhhhhh...
...
Why is the sun in my face?
WHO let it in here?
I did not invite that fiery golden homewrecker to my nap party.
I was in the middle—the absolute, sparkly middle—of the most wonderful, fluffy, marshmallowy nap ever.
There were clouds made of glitter. A mountain made of marshmallows. A pancake with syrup wings flying through the sky, coming straight toward my mouth—AND I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CATCH IT—
When life said: "No snack for you, sucker."
My eyes fluttered open like a malfunctioning butterfly.
Huh?
Why is the ceiling moving?
Why does everything feel like it's spinning?
Why am I flying?!
I blinked. I squinted. My brain was in lag mode, doing the click-click-click of a chicken trying to play chess. Everything inside me was buzzing like the time I accidentally drank fizzy wine instead of juice—don't ask—and my soul was like, "HELLO?! SYSTEM REBOOTING!"
And then... I looked down.
Wait a minute.
I wasn't flying.
I was being carried.
