In a world where the rich and poor are separated, King Elon rules with an iron fist. Ever since the death of Queen Seraphina, he has realized there has always been something missing.
Aurora Banks has lived her entire life with less than a dollar in...
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"I like you. So there's that. I guess I have that." — Garden State, 2004
Word count: 2016
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THE next time I woke up, I was in heaven.
Or a bed crafted by the gods who resided in heaven.
I couldn't recall the last time I had slept on a bed. Not in a long time. And I had never slept in a bed as comfortable as this.
The first thought I had was: was I dead? I had to be right? There was no way I could be in a bed this luxurious if I wasn't dead.
Peeling my sleepy eyes open, I gazed up at a painted ceiling. Devine cherubs floating around a beautiful blue sky stared back at me. Next, my eyes floated to the room around me.
It was big—bigger than any room I had ever seen. Two couches were mirroring each other, with a pristine brown coffee table in between them.
A large mirror that was also a door was opposite my bed, in the middle. On either side were two desks. One was filled with hairbrushes and make-up whilst the other had pens and paper.
To my left was a gorgeous fireplace. It was the size of three doors yet didn't take up any room. On the mantle above the fireplace were ornaments that looked more expensive than the Stella Sadorna—the tallest tower in Sadorna.
As for the bed, it was humongous. It could fit a family of ten comfortably. The sheets were a ruby red color and the several pillows it had were scattered around me as if they had been positioned to make me comfortable.
Okay, I had to be in heaven.
When did I die?
I racked my brain for memories. That was when an image of the King popped into my mind.
