Allison's POV
My head is pounding, like my brain is breathing—throbbing violently, sending sharp waves of pain through my skull. I try to open my eyes, but they feel impossibly heavy, as if they've been weighed down with lead.
A wild grunt escapes my lips, jarring me from the thick fog of sleep. I don't want to wake up—I'm too weary, too overwhelmed by the dense atmosphere pressing in on me. But there's a nagging feeling that something is wrong, like I'm lost or out of place.
Slowly, my eyelids force themselves open. A flood of sunlight pierces through, causing me to squeeze them shut again with a squint. I blink twice, tightly, trying to ground myself in reality. But the warmth surrounding me and the silky fabric against my skin make me jolt out of my slumber, the abrupt movement sending another agonizing throb through my head.