Sam blinked his eyes open to a high wooden ceiling, the sound of softly running water, and the strong smell of pines after the rain.
“Thank the gods... it wasn’t a dream,” he breathed a sigh of relief. “I really did escape that place.”
He shrugged off the shiver that came with the remembrance of that abyss he’d been trapped in with a little help from the sunlight filtering in through the curtains of the window to the right of the bed.
“But this means—”
Sam sat up and suddenly wished he hadn’t as the world seemed to tilt to the right.
“Ugh, vertigo…” He covered his eyes with the palm of his hand. “I should probably take it a little slow...”
“You think?” replied a snarky, gruff sounding voice Sam often heard inside his mind, which he was surprised to discover he now heard through the ears.