C62 THE MORNING AFTER

NIRELLE

I slowly come to myself and look around. I feel groggy, and my head is pounding as I try to sit in bed. The room is familiar and strange at once. I look around, and the interior is too different. I look around the room and see a little bit of light seeping in from the long curtains.

"What am I doing here?" I murmur gently as memories from yesterday flood my mind