I woke up with the most massive headache I'd ever had. As my eyes peeled open, uncertainty clung to my senses like a stubborn fog, questioning whether I'd truly woken or merely stumbled into another layer of slumber. Above me stretched a wooden ceiling, with a sloping ascent that resembled the majestic arches of ancient Greek temples that I studied in my art history class. The room was shrouded in an inky blackness, offering only faint outlines of furniture. The bed I lay on felt foreign, yielding to my weight with an unsettling softness. As I attempted to rise, a wave of nausea washed over me, forcing me to sink back down. A pair of wide, startled eyes blinked back at me from the side of the bed. A tiny girl, no more than six, was staring at me. "Aaahh!" she shrieked, her voice a high-pitched squeak. "MOM! DAD! GRAND..." More voices clamored into the room. A tall man, his face etched with concern, approached the bed I was lying on. "Selma, start the fire!" he boomed, his voice e
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