In her dream, there was someone holding on to her. His arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her tightly. She couldn't see the face but his smell was familiar. It was her favorite cologne. The dream quickly faded and she opened her eyes, gazing at the ceiling. It wasn't the ceiling she was used to see each morning, so where was she?
Her eyes glazed around, scrutinizing everything. It was quite a luxurious room. She was sleeping on a queen-sized bed and the blanket was of a black color while the lower sheet was white. Her hands touched the bed, feeling the softness, who slept on this soft bed? It was odd; she didn't remember herself coming to a place like that, which meant that she was brought when she fainted.
"It sucks," she reproached the ritual.
