Blackout
I woke up this morning to my head throbbing and a pool of sweat around me. With eyes still closed, I reached over to the other side of the bed for my boyfriend, Liam, but he wasn’t there. I opened my eyes and sat up on the bed. I looked around for a few seconds before realizing that I had not woken up in my own home. The room I was in had no carpeting like mine, no dresser, and had a large landscape painting. I looked beneath me and noticed that I was in a bed smaller than mine. The bed had maroon silk sheets and a large black blanket at the foot of the bed. I got to my feet and that’s when I realized that I was not in my clothes from the night before. Instead, I was in a sweatshirt and flannel pajama pants. How did I get into these clothes? How did I get here? My headache was starting to get worse and I was stuck in a spiral of my own thoughts.