Fajar woke up three hours later drenched in sweat. She felt shaky, debilitated. All of her muscles felt like they had been threaded apart. Her whole body ached as if she had run a marathon.
The pain was the first thing she felt when she woke up unfamiliarity was the second. The washroom ceiling was a powder blue false ceiling with six spotlights shining brightly in her eyes.
"Where am I?" she squeezed her and looked around. She recognized the walls. Last night she didn't t have the chance to admire the fancy false ceiling instead she got to admire slimy snakes.
All her memories came swimming back in her sight.
She, now, remembered those ugly creatures and the weird dream she had. She looked around herself as soon as she remembered what had happened last time she had fell on the floor. The floor was squeaky clean, except for a drop of blood that was on the floor where she fell face down.
