0204. The white tower {8}
Third person pov,
Vivian wince in her sleep as she felt something stroke her head. She was sure it was a hand. A warm hand at that.
She felt like comfortable that she didn't want to opening her eyes and keep sleeping.
She heard the person who was stroking her head mumble something but Vivian was too sleepy to care about anything so she keep on sleeping.
She was dreaming of visiting a house made of candy. It reminded her of the ginger bread witch tale back on earth.
She forgot it's name. She forgot a lot of things from earth. She didn't quite remember anything anymore.
But Vivian didn't care much as she was happy where she was and she was sure she wouldnt be able to return no matter what.
So Vivian didn't want to cry on spill milk she would rather get a new bottle of milk.
I mean she had enough money to do that anyways. In this life and her previous one.