Naomi opened her eyes to white mist. Her legs felt heavy, and she tried to move them. Nothing. She pressed her palms on a damp hard surface and pushed herself into a sitting position.
What is this? She brushed her hand against the wood’s bleached texture. She expected to find herself in a bed or still on the floor of her apartment. She looked around and blinked, trying to see through the thick mist. Where am I?
What is this? Where am I?A tingling sensation spread through her legs as she slapped them awake. A cool breeze sent a shiver through her. She was outside, somewhere. The mist slowly began to dissipate, and she heard seagulls flying overhead. She looked up as one bird spread its white wings and soared through the sky. The tips of its wings were black as if dipped in ink. The sky be
