"Leon," Tilde said.
Just hearing my name like that, spoken softly in the dark, made me open my eyes a little wider. By then, night had completely taken over the sky. Whatever faint light the day had left behind was long gone, replaced by a quiet, heavy stillness that wrapped around everything like a thick blanket.
We were resting on a bed so massive it almost felt unreal. Calling it "big" didn't do it justice. This thing could probably hold twenty people—comfortably—and even then, nobody would be pressed up against anyone else unless they wanted to be. Everyone would still have space to stretch, roll around, and breathe freely. It was the kind of bed that made you question whether you were still dealing with furniture or if it was closer to a small platform.
