Chapter Seven
Waking was slow, irregular and painful. Tanya stirred no more than she had to as she slowly drifted up towards consciousness. Part of her did not want to wake up at all, since the closer she came to wakefulness the more pain and discomfort she felt. Another part of her wanted to waken very much, hoping against hope that she had just had a long and terrible dream and when she woke she would find everything back to normal. But the pain…more of a dull ache now…did not fade away. She finally rolled onto her back and opened her eyes.
The ceiling at first seemed like the one back at her old apartment, but the lighting was all wrong. She tried to rise and couldn’t quite make it, settling back with a groan.
“Well, good morning!” The voice was bright and cheerful but it stabbed Tan
