Chapter Eight

She was feeling goosebumps on her body. It was chilly. Her half-body was under a thick warm blanket. She groped for the hem of it to pull it over her chill body. She tugged it up, enclosing herself in it. It helped her to get rid of the rising hair on her body. After two hours, she opened her eyes which seemed like two minutes. Her gaze caught the sky blue color of the cloudless sky. She blinked and stared at it with her heavy eyelids. She widened her eyes to behold clearly. She put her feet on the soft carpet and paced toward the window. Her lips stretched in a cheerful smile. Sheer joy could be seen on her face.

"Wao!" She exclaimed with happiness and excitement. "It is the excellent work of God." She muttered to herself.

There was turquoise water running in a stream enclosed by tall trees. Water was kissing the feet of the mountains, decorated by pure white snow. Water was shining under the blistering sun.

"Good morning, Miss," Margret said, ope