The first sensation that Alyssa could fully grasp was a heavy pounding feeling in her head. It thumped like her heart was trapped up there, but she knew that wasn't the case.
She couldn't fit both her brain and her heart in there. She had to be imagining things.
She slowly opened her eyes to stare up at a familiar ceiling. She was in her room. Where was she last?
She looked down to see shimmering jewels. Her top looked familiar. Memories soon started flooding back to her.
The crop top. The party. The music. The feeling of falling. Elias.
Alyssa shot up in her bed. Her head rang in protest, drawing a wince from her as she buried her hands in her face.
After a moment, she peered through her fingers to see that her room was dark besides the soft glow of her desk lamp. It looked like it was dark outside.
She didn't remember what happened after she felt weird at the party. She must've passed out and somehow ended up in her room.
