“Naomi, wake up. Wake up.” I heard a familiar voice calling out to me.

I yarned and stretched but still didn’t get up.

“Naomi, wake up. Wake up.” The voice said again.

I opened my eyes and for the few first seconds I thought I would open my eyes to my beautiful room at the Palace where I was served breakfast by 7 am.

“Where's this place?” I asked immediately I saw the tattered roof and the small bed where I had slept. In that moment, everything that happened yesterday played out in my head.

“Oh.” I said in realization. Then, I looked up to see Laura. “Good morning.” I...