I was feeling restless in my deep slumber, my body heavy, unresponsive, sinking into the mattress as if it could swallow me whole.
Slowly, reluctantly, I forced my eyelids open. A haze clouded my vision, the world soft and unfocused until I froze my gaze on the ceiling while rubbing my forehead. I shifted slightly, letting my eyes sweep across the room.
Everything looked calm, too calm. The curtains swayed gently with the breeze, the soft light brushing across the walls. A sharp throb hit my temples, my head heavy and pounding.
My hands lifted instinctively, pressing against my skin, only to find a cold, strange numbness crawling through them. That’s when I noticed I was still wearing the pink floral dress from the feast. The soft fabric hugged my body, flaring around my legs in deli
