If not for the dim light of a single flickering candle, I might have believed that I was still lost in the darkness of my unconscious. The dank, musty smell was by far worse than anything my imagination could have come up with, and the aching of my entire body made me wish I was still lost to the darkness.
When I tried to move at all, every single muscle in my body screamed at me not to, and the hard surface beneath me creaked. Reaching with my hands at my sides, I felt the cold, hard metal of what appeared to be a bed frame, yet it was by far the smallest and most uncomfortable bed I’d ever laid on. The thin mat beneath me did little to protect my back from the springs, and I was sure that several of them were broken, sticking up through the musty material.
With a deep groan, I rolled o
