Must have passed out yet again, considering I was laying in a nice, comfy bed now. A nice, comfy, cushiony bed... A happy sigh escaped my lips as I flipped over onto my stomach. So nice to finally be in a bed again. As opposed to a patch of grass or pile of hay. I could just lay here all day! It was, in some ways, funny how happy I was at a simple bed when I used to have one that always felt like feathers for thirteen years straight.
But this wasn't the same type of bed, and in some ways I grateful for that. I didn't want to be reminded of home. Though it was of course such a big part of my life that I couldn't but be reminded of it. All my happiness flew out the window however when my leg brushed up against the bed in a rather inconvenient way. Inconvenient as in painful. So I groaned and remained where I was, unwilling to get up. Who would I go to anyways? I didn't even know where I was in the first place. Not that I cared right at the moment.