C39 Headless soldier

Annabelle snuggled into her duvet, her eyes squinting in sleep. She stretched her tensed muscles, feeling weak, and turned on the bed restlessly, groaning as a result of the migraine that had plagued her.

Uncomfortable, she felt water droplets dripping on her face.

"Is the ceiling leaking? What kind of a ceiling is this?" She whined sleepily, burying her face under the duvet