Awakening from a long sleep, when Shard opened his eyes and saw the somewhat familiar ceiling, the time had shifted from Wednesday night to Thursday evening at seven o'clock.
After twenty hours of deep sleep, he felt quite refreshed. The bed beneath him was exceptionally soft, the purple quilt was comforting, and the light veil hanging on the golden bedposts told Shard that this wasn't his home. He wore silk pajamas he had never seen before, the room exuded a reassuring scent of incense, and the temperature in the room was particularly pleasant:
"Galina Cavendish's manor?"
"Meow~"
The familiar sound of a cat's meow made Shard turn to the side, where Mia lay curled like a ball beside his pillow, eyes wide staring at him. The cat leaned in with its furry face, affectionately rubbing against Shard's face, and when Shard sat up on the bed, it jumped onto his stomach.
