Chapter Seventeen:
I feel suffocated, I do not know why it feels like there is a f*****g elephant standing on my head but it better get off because it sure as hell does not feel good.
I manage to get my hands free from whatever this silky imprisonment that they are in is and I realise that I am definitely not dreaming.
I am wrapped around in a f*****g sheet and I have no idea where I am. Not forgetting to mention the horrible throbbing headache that is seriously nearly crippling. I just want to scream but the words refuse to get out. Even if they did, they would probably just come out as muffled screams anyway because my head is still inside the white sheet.
By the time I manage to get myself out entirely, I am a breathless mess and my head feels worse than it did to begin with.
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