Saving Grace [discontinued]

{chapter 17} - bare legs

mild language warning for all you children of god out there

Dreaming, for most people, is like watching a movie. A movie where you're one of the characters, and all of your words and actions are preprogrammed, written into a definite and unchanging script.

That's why dreaming is such a weird thing for me.

Because in my dreams, I am aware of everything. And I can control everything.

It's kind of nice, being in control of your mind while your body can't distract you. Another plus was that I never get nightmares. At least, I thought I never got nightmares.

The assumption that I never got bad dreams was challenged when I woke up in a cold sweat, lungs heaving for breath. My heart was beating faster than ever, so much that I couldn't hear anything except for the rhythmic pounding in my chest.

The worst part? I couldn't remember what the nightmare was about.

So here I was, lying in bed, completely dumbfounded at heaven knows what time in the morning...

I froze.

I'm in a bed.

The last time I checked, I was on a jet.

Why... am I in a bed?

I gulped and slowly looked around at my surroundings. The room was quite dark, so I gave my eyes a second to adjust to the lack of light. Once I could actually make out a couple of objects in the darkness, I slid the bedsheets off of my legs and stood up on my good leg, leaning against the wall for support. I shivered slightly when the chilly air of the room brushed against my bare legs. I could feel goosebumps beginning to form on the exposed skin...

Wait.

My head slowly moved down to look at my legs.

My legs had leggings on them the last time I looked.

My gaze moved from my legs to my torso, which was covered with a huge t-shirt that almost reached my knees.

This is most definitely not my shirt.

By now, my heart was beating even faster and my head was starting to spin. I plopped my butt back onto the bed and tried process all of the new information that had been presented to me.

Alright Grace. You're in a dark room with no way of knowing where you are or what time it is, wearing clothes that aren't yours, and not wearing any pants.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

I forced myself to stop for a moment to breathe. In and out, in and out, until my mind felt a fraction of a percent calmer. I exhaled loudly one last time. Alright. I need to find out where the heck I am.

Standing up again, I leaned against the wall and carefully guided my hands along the cold surface, searching for literally anything that might give me a clue as to where I was. I stopped when my hands met a piece of velvety fabric. A curtain.

My fingers threaded through the fabric until they met the divide between the two curtains. Curling my hands around the two ends, I yanked the curtains apart, revealing the bright window behind them.

Moonlight streamed through the glass, running across the carpet and enveloping the entire room in its light. The fresh light finally allowed me to fully take in the setting.

The walls were painted an unattractive shade of light brown with a few dusty paintings hung around in random places. Emerald green chairs were placed in two corners of the room, fabric torn and stuffing coming loose on the cushions.The two beds with cream colored sheets took up about 75% of the room, and a table with a box shaped T.V from the 1980's took up the rest of the percentage.