LARISSA

I stirred lightly as the beams of light from a crack in the curtains shone directly in my line of sight, causing me to flinch. Still tired, I flicked my eyes open and took in my surroundings.  For some reason, even though I would have liked to sleep longer, I was surprisingly not in a sour mood. Scratch that. I was happy. I felt warm all over, and the tingles that had been present in my arms and legs from the past thirty-six hours could still be felt.

As I tried to sit up on the ...