I remember, I heard them. My eyes were closed. I didn't want them to wake me up, so I pretended to be asleep. Overheard a conversation between Nana and Mom.
"Sleeping beauty, hm?"
"Yeah."
"She looks so pretty when she sleeps, and I love how her hair curls like that."
'huh..' I thought to myself. Didn't expect them to say that. My face was freshly scabbed from my own nervous hands, and my hair was dirty, a mess, likely sticking in odd angles from laying strangely.
I don't remember what else they said, I had fallen back to sleep.
I think I dreamt of Zandry, but I don't remember what happened.
Speaking of Zandry, I'm in suspense.. I won't say why.
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