(Beth’s POV)
Floating, I feel like I’m floating. It reminds me of the one time I was allowed to go onto a boat as a kid. Even though I'd felt a stable floor beneath me the waves rocked the boat back and forth.
I had been told once or twice that it was probably motion sickness, but I never really cared enough to find out. Nevertheless, I am currently feeling that same sensation.
I reach out to try to grab the bed but come up empty handed. Am I not still in bed?
As I slowly begin to wake up more and more, I find myself being carried. Why? Why am I always being carried? Can they not wake me up? I know for certain that I’m not a heavy sleeper.
I crack an eye open to see myself on another tarmac. This time the sounds of city life roared in my ears. Where are we?
“Hello sleepyhead. I’m glad to know I have the best treatment if you ever get insomnia.” Anthony says, laughing.