Although Ann was asleep, she felt like there was something awfully strange about it. She tried turning around on the bed but was feeling trapped like she was strapped to a position.
This was synonymous with all that was going on in her life at the moment anyway, she was trapped in a body that wasn't her own, and she was being forced to do things against her own will. Ann mused sleepily.
She frowned when she realized she was hearing voices around her and her body felt like it was in a kind of motion. Was this also a sort of dream, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Perhaps she was going mad? Had she possibly died in her sleep and was being transported to the underworld along with some other persons?
"Excuse me, Miss. I need to get to the lavatory," A teenage voice whispered to Ann as she tapped her gently.
"Huh?" Ann asked in alarm.
