NIRELLE
The feeling against my skin is not what I expect it to be; the bar stools were not as soft and comfortable as these are. My mouth feels parched, too parched for that matter. I chew whatever is left in them and scratch the side of my neck until I feel a certain wave of relief wash over me. I stretch my body over until my hands hit the headboard, and my eyes flutter a little as I look around the room.
"How did I get here?" I murmur with a yawn as I sit in bed and look around. My eyes fall on a structure by my side, and fear grips my body. My mind is telling me that I am not alone in the room, but my eyes refuse to believe what I have just seen.
I rub viciously against my eyes as if it is supposed to change the outcome somehow. I look again and stare at the figure sleeping so peace
