Her head ached something fierce, and the pain behind her eyes was stinging enough she closed them once again and breathed through the discomfort. After a few moments she opened them again. The first thing she realized was she was in a bedroom … that wasn’t hers. What happened? Trying to remember what exactly happened was hard as hell, but she thought about it, needing to make sense of it all. Came home. Grabbed the wine. Took a bath. After that part she was drawing a blank, and her heart started beating hard and fast. Had she gotten drunk from the wine? She couldn’t believe she had. And even so she’d been in her apartment soaking in the tub. What in the fuck happened? Afraid to sit up just yet because of the pounding in her head, she looked around the room as best she could. There was a window across from her. The shades were closed, but she could see the sun shining through the blinds. There was a dresser off to the left, a door to her right, and … nothing else. The room was barren of anything else.
