The next morning, Mia woke up with a banging headache that made it so hard for her to open her eyes, she felt the softness of her bed beneath her and knew she was in bed, but how she got there she struggled to remember. She remembered going into her private storeroom and holding her guitar, then...that was all she could remember, strange.
As she remained laying there with her eyes closed trying to recall how she'd ended up on her bed again last night, she heard the door to the room open and the sound of footsteps followed in. She felt the person's warm hand on her forehead which prompted her to slowly open her eyes, but she was immediately enveloped in the person embrace.
