ACIR HILLS
The first thing I noticed was the ceiling.
It was white, plain, and unfamiliar. I stared at it for several seconds, waiting for my brain to catch up with my surroundings, but it didn’t . The second thing I noticed was the pillow beneath my head. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, and something else—something familiar… something that made my sleepy mind hesitate.
Turning my face slightly into the pillow, my eyes widened. Wait. I knew that scent. I abruptly pushed myself upright and the room immediately tilted.
“Ugh…” I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed a hand against my forehead. My head was pounding, like someone had spent the night inside my skull with a hammer and absolutely no concern for my well-being.
I groaned and looked around. The unfamiliar ceiling, curtains
