Jessie stirred slightly, her head hurt like hell. She must be imagining things, how did she get here. She kept hearing muffled sounds and movement, and she felt like she laying on her front. The bed underneath her body was strong and lumpy and incredibly uncomfortable. The bedspread was coarse and itchy underneath her cheek. Why did she keep seeing Jason's face? Why was she calling out to her? Why did she want to walk away with him. She knew it was a dream because even when she held his hands she couldn't feel a thing, but the uncomfortable mattress beneath her felt incredibly real.