Sixty One

I scrunched my face up in disgust, and I brought my hands up to cover my nostrils. Is this smell what I think it is? What is this place?

I brought my phone out and turned on the flashlight. I pointed it in front of me and the sights I was greeted with, had me losing hold of my phone and stumbling backwards. My phone hit the floor, just as I hit a hard wall behind me. Except that this hard wall had arms, and it reached out to hold me up when I started sliding off it.

The last thing I remember is being lifted bridal style into warm arms, and a very familiar voice saying, " Hand me the phone, you fool."

I don't know what happened afterwards, I must have blacked out.

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I groaned lowly, stirring on the bed I was lying on. I lifted my hands and pressed it against my forehead, massaging it. It felt as if someone is pounding in my head. Even as I snuggled deeper into the blanket covering me, I knew this was not my bed.

I brought the blanket up to my nose and sniffed at me. My nostrils