Tela felt the warmth and weight of a hand on her side. Someone was speaking to her, but she was so deeply asleep that she could not make out their words.
"Tela, time to wake up."
Another hand rested on her head, the thumb lightly stroking along her eyebrow. The fingers on the hand at her side tapped a familiar rhythm. Tela's eyes fluttered as she fought her lethargy. Still, the draw of sleep was too strong, and her eyes closed again. As her mind pieced together the sounds and images that stirred her, Tela jumped up, fully awake.
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