Myra stirred on the bed, pulling the pillow closer.
Her senses were gradually awakened by the pleasant scent emanating from the bed sheets.
Feels so good to be home.
Wait, why do the sheets smell so different?
That aside, she extended her arms and realized that the bed was big for her. Her bed at home was small. What happened?
Fluttering her lashes open, she jerked up.
She was in a large room and there was a tall cabinet beside the king-sized bed she was sleeping on, beautiful curtains, and expensive-looking portraits on the wall.
All looked unfamiliar.
What is this place?
Myra tried to recall what had happened last night.
"Ah." She groaned as pain surged through her head.
She was drinking in a bar last night, but how did she get here?
The headache was getting worse, she had to give up on forcing the memories back.
