The bright morning sun stung my eyes. I sat up slowly, holding my head, trying to stop the impending headache from rolling in. Feeling light-headed and hungover, I clasped the sheets in hopes of retaining some form of reality.

I groaned in exhaustion and pushed myself off the bed, stumbling to the bathroom. I crashed face first into a wall. What the—why's the bathroom a wall...?

I glanced up to see a yellow-veined white marble wall and rubbed my head. I must be crazy...

I punched the wall twice before finally stepping back in confusion. It's real? I turned my hand and saw a lavishly adorned bedroom. Sweeping white curtains drawn, a canopy bed with blue velvet furnish, sunlight streaming through old and delicate glass designs. On the far side of the room was a large detached bathroom with an old-style western-style bath.

Then I moved my eyes down to my hands. Small, youthful, slightly fatty, showing ample nourishment. I'm delusional from the hangover, I thought. With that, I trudged blankly back to the bed, tucked myself in, and promptly went back to sleep. After a few more hours of sleeping, I would return back to reality.