I remember some of it,” I said, after several sips. I couldn’t remember where we’d been, but my dad had made me chicken noodle soup. I flashed on a sudden memory of being sick when I was very young. Talk before you’ve gotten anything down your throat.
She passed it to me, and it proved to be filled with not quite scalding chicken noodle soup. She took the cover off the tray and picked up a white china cup. She placed a covered tray on a little stand beside the bed and sat down on the edge of it. My voice came out in a croak that hardly sounded human. Maybe it was just the bed talking, but the smile and her voice were even better than the rest of her. Any woman who could wear that and still look that good was a freaking goddess. Her hair was pulled back into a simple tail, she wore pale blue hospital scrubs, and she had no makeup at all. Her skin was a medium olive tone, her eyes an almost eerie shade of pale green-gold. High cheekbones, exotic almond-shaped eyes. She was probably too young to drink legally and she was one of the lovelier women I’d ever seen in person. The curtains around the bed parted and a girl appeared. The temperature was cold enough that when I exhaled, my breath condensed, but I was comfortable beneath the bed’s covering. The bed was shrouded in drapes of more pure white, drifting on gentle currents of cool air. The sheets were all perfectly white and smooth. I’d gone jogging on beaches with less sand than was in my eyes. When I blinked my eyes open, they felt gummy, but I was able to lift my arm, slowly, and wipe them clear.
The heavy wool lining coating my thoughts seemed to have lightened up. The fire in my chest had finally begun to die away. You know those old cartoons where people sleep on fluffy clouds? Those guys would wake up screaming in pain if they got suckered into taking one of those clouds after they’d been in Mab’s bed. that just doesn’t convey how soft this bed was. What I probably should say was that I woke up in a soft bed. Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy.
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