Bug

Irade

May 16 1:00 pm BT – 11:00 am UT, Somewhere In The Tian Shan Mountain Range, China

The bed was warm and soft. Irade felt as if she was sinking into the middle, drowning in plush heat.

Wait. Bed?

Instantly, Irade got up, throwing the covers off, knife in hand. She surveyed the room, unable to make sense of what she was seeing for a few seconds.

She was in a cozy, colorful room, with so much in it that she didn't really know where to start. Her bed was in the corner, and had a bunch of folded sitting and prayer mats at the foot of the bed. Beside her was a small, wooden bedside table with a bedside lamp and a digital clock reading 11:00 am.

She blinked, her eyes drawn to the colorful etles patterns hung up on the walls.

And then she remembered what happened.