Seventeen
Ivy
I opened my eyes, frozen in the cold wet linens. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Why was my bed wet? Did I drink so much I had an accident?
Scared to move, I slowly raised my head so I could peek at the sheets. A large, wet stain on the duvet alarmed me but it was situated around my chest, not in the downstairs area.
A tentative sniff confirmed it too. Not pee.
Oof. I plopped back down, only to realise this didn’t explain the situation. I jolted back up and a large droplet hit my forehead, splattering down my nose. I looked up, my eyes widening in worry. The darkened ceiling hung over me as a bad omen.
I quickly got out of bed, making my spinning headache even worse. My bare feet hit a puddle and my toes squelched on the floor. “Oh my god! Why is everything wet!?”
Shivering and
