My eyes opened to a faint, soft light. I was lying in a bed I had never lain in before. This new one had soft, linen sheets and soft pillows to die for. I looked around, slowly. I was in a new room. The walls painted a deep colour of red, just the way I loved it. Then, so suddenly, like out of thin air, waves of emotion hit me all at once. This room was painted exactly the same way as it was 12 years ago. This room was my home.

I looked down at myself, noticing that I was wearing new, comfortable soft pyjamas to match the colour scheme. I rolled over into something soft. A cuddly dog. Brown and floppy with big, floppy ears to match. I held the soft toy close to me and sobbed. Gut-wrenching, heart-breaking sobs. Satisfied that I had been saved from a life of absolute hell, I nuzzled down into the pillows and the bed, and fell asleep.

I woke with a start, checking my watch and looking around to make sure I wasn't dreaming. No, I wasn't. I was sitting bolt up right in the soft bed; the little dog tucked away inbetween the pillows. I checked my watch again. 6:00am. I groaned, making an attempt to sit up quickly, but the many sheets in the bed tangled around my waist and in the end, I sank back against the pillows, cuddling the little dog again.

Sighing to myself, I looked up as the door opened, and into the light came a person I thought I'd never see again.