Lois felt the bright sunlight on her face and it woke her up. She was lying in bed. Her bed. There were fluffy pillows under her head and a warm comforter covered her body. She wasn’t in prison garb, but in her own little nighty. Her head throbbed with pain.
Hmm... Is it a dream? Or was it a nightmare?
He made some kind of grunting of confusion noise next her and she knew he was listening.
That's suspicious. Is she in bed with Lex?
A hand with a gold band on its fourth finger rubbed up and down her arm.
Michael
