Before the storm

The morning sun streamed through the glass windows and ceiling and kissed Abigail's face. Its warmth was a welcome feeling, giving the room a somewhat calm, warm and peaceful ambience; a stark contrast to the cold, icy darkness from the night before.

Abigail's eyelashes fluttered like the soft wings of a butterfly, revealing her black eyes. She blinked a few times to adjust to the almost blinding brightness that surrounded her. She lay unmoving, looking out of the glass ceiling onto the bright blue sky. There was not a cloud to be seen up there.

Abi could only smile from seeing such a beautiful sight as soon as she opened her eyes. After taking a few more seconds to admire the beauty up above, she looked around the room and noticed the small basin and the wet towel sitting on top of the bedside table. 'Alex!' she thought as her heart thumped loudly in her chest.