Aimee
Where the hell on this earth am I?
This isn't my room. I don't remember lying down on this bed. Although it's a nice bed, huge and soft. But my eyes are heavy, and I can't make out the room around me yet.
God, what happened to my neck? It's so sore and aching. Christ, I feel like I've been hit by a ten-ton truck.
I sit up slowly, the throbbing in my head making my stomach roll.
How the hell did I get here?
I don't even remember leaving my shop.
Looking around the bedroom I'm in, I see white walls and a walk-in closet on the right side of the room near what I suspect is the bedroom door. There's a vast window covered in black muslin drapes. A dresser sits below-said window. Trinkets are sitting atop. Picture frames. Wait...
I get to my feet, and on shaky legs, I walk toward
