Since when can I afford to lie about in a bed that has lace curtains for goodness' sake!! Fuuu Fuuu... Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. No freaking out right now. Where the heck am I?! How do I figure that out when everything feels unfamiliar? Think now. Panic later. Panic is a luxury we can't afford right now until we know we're safe. Mmm. Maybe looking around will give us a clue? Something? Anything? Please please please let me be safe...
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Eargh. Moving my neck hurt!!! Alright. Let's see. Huge room? Never seen it. Gigantic bed with... are those silk sheets? Oh good Lord, nope. Something smells vaguely fruity? Almost sweet and tart in a good way. Can't place it. This is a luxurious bedroom built for comfort but why am I lying about in it?
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Blegh... Blerh...
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Ugh. I did not think that just moving my body enough to sit up would be painful enough to make me puke. Good thing I was able to move enough to not puke on the bed. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Lie. In. My. Own. Puke. Nope. Do not. Sigh. I hurt, nothing makes sense.
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No no no no no no no... Not true!!! Doritos on a sacrificial alter!! NOOOOOOOOO
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WHAT THE HECK IS THAT? HOW THE HECK IS THAT POSSIBLE? Is it time to panic yet? Because I don't know how not to right now!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA