Skyla squeezed her eyes as she scrunched her face before turning over to a more comfortable position, before last night's events flashed in her mind. Her eyes flew open instantly and stared at the unfamiliar table in front of her. Pursing her lips, she laid on her back as she gazed at the black unfamiliar ceiling.
'Yet another room,' she thought.
She didn't spring up immediately but instead stared at the ceiling and wondered, 'How many more times would she have to deal with this scenario?'
She has only arrived in this world two days ago and yet each time she opens her eyes to an unfamiliar room and each time it's because she fainted. Skyla sighed heavily, 'Will I ever wake up after a goodnight sleep?'
'I don't think so,' her mind whispered tiredly.
