I peel my face from a mattress that feels like cotton candy and discover the embarrassingly large circle of drool I’ve been sleeping on. Well, that explains the wetness. I tuck a pillow over the puddle and straighten up.
Why is it so dark? Did I forget to draw my bedroom curtains last night? Maybe that’s why it feels so stuffy in here…
The realization that I’m not actually in my own bed hits me like a ton of bricks to the head. I’m not in my own room.
So… where the hell am I?
I jerk out of the bed and look around, suddenly wide awake. I’m in a huge space with high, arching ceilings and yet I feel extremely claustrophobic. It doesn’t take much to figure out why. There are no windows in this room. The only door looks like something out of a medieval castle and, try as I might, I can’t se
