KELLI
I blinked my eyes awake and groaned the second my tired eyes caught a glimpse of the sunlight pouring in through my windows.
I inhaled the air and detected traces of the earthy clay I worked with and the natural oak wood of my shelves where I stored my pottery projects, both completed and in progress. My lavender and eucalyptus essential oils lingered in the air as well, but there was something new I smelled.
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