Chapter 127: One Hundred and Twenty-Seventh

As soon as Emily woke up, the dream she had slipped away from her memory. She felt dazed and tired, but refreshed and rejuvenated at the same time.

She stretched out with a groan. "Mmmm...Woooooaaahh~"

She yawned and rolled over, blinking sleepily at the world around her.

"...Hmph..." She murmured to herself, closing her eyes.

The fog was so heavy...

And yet.

She woke up.

Her body felt so heavy and weak and yet.

She felt like she was floating on the wind, a gentle breeze caressing her cheek.

The scent of the forest lingered in the air around her, with the fresh dew of early morning.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

A light rustling of the leaves tickled her ears and roused her from her reverie.

She blinked sleepily at the world, vaguely aware of her surroundings, the memories slowly filtering back to her consciousness.

The fae party.

The dance.

The dream.

Waking up.