Marissa's eyes felt like lead when she tried to open them. The difficulty it took for her to do something so natural surprised her.

"What is going on?" She thought frantically, then sighed as she was able to succeed in her undertaking, opening her eyes.

She winced as the muted lights in her room pierced her overly sensitive eyes. She quickly closed her eyes as she wondered what was wrong with her system.

"Am I coming down with something?" She wondered, then braced herself before opening her eyes again. The pain was still there, but it wasn't as severe as the first time. She looked at the white-washed p.o.p. ceiling...