Stoned.
What I can only see now is Rose.
My eyes shut. I force them open but they seem obdurate, then I give in.
I am being dragged by someone to a place. I don't know who this person is but I can smell a similar cologne.
I wake up to find myself, half-n***d, in a spacious room with lamps at each corner. I jerk awake from the cosy bed, and stare at the walls. And the pictures.
I can see a wolf's diagram. My gasps reduce a bit. At least, not a Vampire's. Even if the wolf had a field day on me, I won't be miserable. So far it's not a Vampire. I place my hands on my chest, and notice that I am not on my clothes. Drawing my hand from my navel down to my knees, I can only see myself on a tight and revealing short skirt. I grab a towel from the stool near me, and cover myself immediately
