Heather

I blinked my eyes open, disoriented, as I processed my new surroundings. I knew I wasn’t in my own room because of the new feeling of the unfamiliar bed under me and the aroma of pine in the air. I sat up abruptly, gripping the bedsheets, trying to remember what had happened.

“Sleeping Beauty has awakened.”

I gazed around the room until it settled on a colossal figure who stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed. I jumped slightly, startled by his presence. “Tell me what happened!” I demanded.

“You fainted the moment I touched you.”

“That’s not possible. Why would I...?” I trailed off...