A sharp spike of sunlight pierced right through my eyelids, forcing me to squint against the sudden, blinding brightness.
I let out a low, rough groan. My head was spinning with a dull, heavy throbbing, like my brain was wrapped in thick cotton.
And I felt an unfamiliar, plush warmth underneath me.
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I realized I was lying flat on my back in a massive canopy bed, tucked neatly beneath a thick, heavy velvet blanket.
I went to rub my face, only to realize my heavy uniform jacket was completely gone. I was wearing nothing but my black undershirt.
I sat up and rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragmented ending of last night.
A brief wave of dizziness made bedroom tilt for a split second. I groaned, shaking my head to clear the fog, but as I lowered my arms, something caught my eye.
I winced, staring down at my forearms.
