This morning I woke up and felt so strange. I don`t know how to describe it. On the one hand, I was so weak that when I tried to stand up my muscles wouldn`t support me. But on the other hand I felt… pleasant. So comfortable, so relaxed. As if I were floating on a bed of golden light. I didn`t care if I never moved again.
— Elena Gilbert, The Struggle, Chapter 05, p.246
Posted December 29, 2011 at 12:08am
