It's cold on my back. My pajamas are slightly wet but I keep my eyes close. I shift uncomfortably from the hard and freezing cold floor. I'm not in my normal bed, that's for sure. But I don't know where I'm right now.
There's some whispers when I frown when I'm still sleeping.
"Who's that girl." One deep voice said. A man.
"She's sleeping." Another said, a woman perhaps.
"She's wearing very less... She'll catch cold." The man says.
I'm certainly annoyed by the noise around me. Why can't they let me sleep? I'm tired. I let out a groan.
"Oh, she's awake." The woman said. "Can anyone bring her up, oh and she's not even wearing socks."
The coolness comes up to my feet. I pull up my knees and doesn't even cares about my dress being uneven. Or even my panties being seen.
Suddenly, the place became bright with some lights on. I frown again and sit up. I try to support my self by putting my hand on the ground when I found out I'm on ice because I slipped. I woke from shock and sur...