Danica
The next morning, the sun proudly shone through the window, disrupting my sleep.
Why were my curtains open?
I thought as I slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clinging to me like a shroud. I began to notice the unfamiliar surroundings of my environment.
Where was I?
This wasn't my bedroom. What’s going?
Why would I be waking up in a strange room?
The room was luxurious, with cream-colored walls and a massive four-poster bed. But it was unfamiliar, that I’m sure of. I’ll definitely remember if I’ve in this kind of room before, even if it’s just for a second.
I sat up, clutching my spinning head in my palm. A wave of nausea washed over me, and I swallowed hard.
What happened last night?
Why do I have this bitter taste in my mouth?
I looked down at myself and realized I
