She was burning and yet shivering in cold, that was all Belle knew as she wanted the cold and heat to stop. She longed for the comfort of her own body again, but that comfort was lost the moment she fell into the quicksand earth in her dream.
She had woken up with chills that made her unable to move or open her eyes. She had wanted to wake up early and take her bath herself before Farrah would come, but that had been impossible because she had felt chilled, and her throat had been so dry that she had been coughing.
Belle could not recall the last time she had been this sick. She had a strong body, rarely experiencing fevers—only a little cold that did not go further than a cough and a blocked nose. The last time she had been this sick was when she was still a little girl, and her mama had not stopped treating her like her daughter.
