Second Day

Bel's brows furrowed as she fought to keep sleeping, but something bothered her. Her eyes flew open as if she had been pulled out of sleep. The first thing she noticed was that something was wrapped around her; she couldn't move her hand. The second thing was that instead of the ceiling from the living room, she could see the four-poster bed. 

Bel tried to sit up, but it was hard to move. "What's happening?" she managed to mumble out as her sleep-fogged brain tried to make sense of the situation.

"Oh, you're awake," Davien said, peering at her face. He was lying on the bed with his elbow propped up and his chin resting on his open palm. His hair was a mess and it was pretty clear he too just awoke.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in horror, trying to move. "What is this?" she asked, looking down at what could possibly be holding her prison.

"You were cold last night," he mumbled, staring at her.