Ava writhed and turned endlessly on the surprisingly soft thing she laid on. Feeling no restrictions whatsoever, she nuzzled her pillow. She was half awake, but was too lazy to open her eyes. She didn't want to.
She couldn't remember the last time she had this much sleep and she wasn't ready to give up this feeling, but the unfamiliar scent from the pillow brought a certain uneasy feeling to her guts.
With the side of her face pressed to the pillow, she opened one of her eyes, then another, hating that the beautiful feeling began to fade, but when her mind registered the unfamiliar dark painting on the wall, she scrambled off the bed.
"Easy, Miss," a girl's voice rang from behind her.
