I woke up very late; the sun was already reflecting through my room curtains. I sat up too fast. The room spun once, then resettled.
My hand went to my head, and I felt actual damp grass in my hair, tangled into my previously clean and braided head. I remember being restless but forced myself to rest; after that, I could not remember anything else.
"Bey."
“Hmm?”
"Why is there grass in my hair?"
She kept quiet; it was long enough that I already knew I wasn't going to like the answer.
“You don't remember?”
"I remember trying to sleep," I remember lying awake first, actually, staring at the ceiling and trying very hard not to think about silver eyes and a voice that had gone flat and formal the last time it spoke to me.
"Bey. What did you do?"
“I brought you home.”
My stomach droppe
