LAURA

I stretch lazily, as I open my lids slowly, I adjust to the r dim lighted room, I can barely see things clearly , I move my hand unconsciously to feel something soft , I look down to my hand, it's a bed

An alarm rings in my brain all of a sudden , it's a bed but not my bed, the memory of the previous events and my blackout hits me, instinctively I search around for a weapon, anything , but all my attempt ends in failure , the only thing in the room is a bed and a ...