A headache seems like pinching a needle inside my head, making me move my head from left to the right, my feet move up and down, as well as my body on the bed cannot hold the pain. The formation of my sleeping was not normal as my feet were on my pillow while my head was on the bottom part of the bed.
As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ceiling, having a tiny chandelier. Tiny clear crystals swing as the window at the side is not closed. The air entered, making the curtain move. Even the chilly air hits on my skin. Still, the chamber I stayed in was not visible. It was blurry until my eyes suddenly recovered and the unfamiliar chamber made me more awake, thinking I am not staying in the room I have stayed in last time nor the housekeeper's chamber.
"Where am I?!" I swiftly asked and stayed at the side of the bed, head-turning as something developed to me last night had been blocked in my head. "And what happened?"
