Abigail woke up and looked around the room. Her eyes fluttered as the early morning rays of sunlight pierced into her room. She rose up her hand weakly to block it off.
Her hand almost dropped immediately back to the bed. She felt so weak. Why did she feel so weak?
She managed to rise up to a sitting position and balanced herself. She looked around for a while. She wondered what the time was. Then she turned to her side and saw she was all alone in bed.
In fact, she was lying in the middle of the bed. It did not look like he had slept here the previous night.
Her head throbbed with pain and she put her hand over it to withstand the pain. Why could she not recall anything? Why did she feel so dazed?
Then she unconsciously set her hand over stomach and rubbed it like she usually did.
