'It bloody hurts!'
The moment Oriana opened her eyes, she immediately regretted it. The gentle morning light was blindingly painful for her, and her head pounded like it would explode with the gentlest movement. She could barely feel her limbs, her body feeling heavier than usual.
'Ugh, my head. It's like someone is hitting me repeatedly on the head with a rock,' she groaned in discomfort.
She rolled around the bed, intending to not get up until the pain went away. Did she get the common cold? Her grandfather probably wouldn't mind her sleeping in, especially with the soft bed and these fresh sheets—
'Huh? Soft bed?'
Alarms went ringing in her head and she tried to open her eyes, only to have her blurry vision shock her. Unfamiliar painted walls with a single framed painting, a clean room with two doors, a plain flat ceiling without a single wooden beam, unlike the thatched roof of her wooden cabin…
'Am I dreaming?'
