I wake up in a dimly lit room, lying on a bed that feels far too comfortable. My neck rests on a soft pillow that carries a scent I know too well. My eyes are open, but everything is still blurry.
Where the hell are my glasses?
I try to sit up, but my body protests with dull aches everywhere. My skin feels raw, like it’s been scrubbed with sandpaper. I shake my head to clear the fog and immediately regret it as a sharp headache blooms behind my eyes.
Sweet baby Jesus, what happened to me?
After a few struggling attempts, I finally manage to push myself upright. The room is dark, and my terrible vision makes it feel like I’m staring into a midnight river.
I pat around the bed blindly for my glasses and shriek when my hand lands on something rough and unfamiliar.
The door flies open, f
