Imperfectness

Out of dreams of blood, Evangeline woke up with a startled and a gasp. She lay crouched on the white sheet. The room she was in was windowless and it looked as if it was carved out of a cave. Beside the brass bed, there was a tall dresser, and a washstand with a white jug on it. A fire cheerfully blaze burned in the fireplace.

Her hair had come down and hung in lank handfuls around her face. Glancing down, she realized she was wearing nothing but an oversized champagne silk dressing gown. The material of her dress was soft and loose on her petite body. Evangeline struggled upright, fighting a bout of dizziness and nausea. She put her hands on her stomach and tried to breathe deeply. She put her hands against her chest, feeling the sweat trickle down the bodice of her dress.