River-Darkness

  Roxas stirred somewhat, but tried to settle once again. His eyes were slowly opening, helping him come back to the real world. As his eyes opened fully, he brought his hand to his forehead, feeling how warm it felt. He sat up with a sigh and tried to figure out where he was. For a while, cause of still sleepy eyes, all he was able to see was blurry odd shapes and barely any color. He closed the pools of blue ripples tightly before he began to rub them with the back of his hand. Opening once more and, finally, being to see clearly, he took in a deep breath of fresh air that filled the room from outside the cracked sliding door.