This wasn’t the Underworld.
My consciousness shored up in my brain like a pile of sand sweeping into form by a wave.
I sensed, more than anything else, a presence there in the bed by me.
I trembled with excitement, with anticipation. How could she be here? How did the witch of snow make it to this side of the earth? Her hair, her smooth and lightly tattooed skin, pale and wan, almost glowing in the dim room.
I reached out to touch her, to hug her to me, knowing that she knew me and wanted that too...
...and she faded away, as surely as she had been there. Her actual words seemed to linger in the room.
“...things have been amazing since you’ve been in my life. I can’t be more thankful. Everyday I look forward to getting to know you more and more. As long as you want me I will be by your side...”
Luna, you were here. You were here with me, it was so real.
But I had to wake up.
Wake up to the Unterwelt.