She seemed to have been sleeping for what appeared to be like forever, she thought, as she opened her eyes. To her shock, nothing in that room was recognisable. She made out what appeared to be grey walls against an exquisite bed. A painting of red apples in a basket hung on a nail in the room, close to a corner. Where was she, and what had happened last night?
She couldn't remember. Her head began to throb with pain as well, indicative that she had been drinking.
But why had she no memory of drinking at all? She questioned herself.
She carefully inspected the bed and then looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a loose tee and a pair of shorts that were too big for her. At first, she suspected Cree had changed her clothes, but since she had no recollection of what had happened the night before, she was unsure.
"Cree… Cree?" she called out.
