Gaia
My head was ten thousand pounds. Even with my eyes closed, I felt like I was spinning around, the feeling making my stomach turn. I groaned, fighting to lift my heavy eyelids. What the hell was going on?
“Dawwss…” I tried, but my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I was cold. Very cold. I moved my arm to reach for the blankets, but there was resistance, jarring and sharp against my wrist. What is happening?
With effort, I finally managed to open my bleary eyes. Not that it helped much. It was dark. I realized the rushing sound I was hearing was not just in my head but bouncing around the room. The very large, very breezy, definitely not my bedroom, room.
My eyes opened further with the realization. It didn’t seem to be a
