IN A STRANGER'S BED

EMILY'S STANDPOINT 

I tossed on the bed, smiling in content. The bed smelt nice, comfy and weirdly familiar. It didn't smell like my regular fragrance. 

I opened one eye and my eyes landed on an unfamiliar wardrobe painted in red color.

"Wait, when did I paint my wardrobe red?" I frowned.

My eyes immediately widened in horror and I sprang up from the bed, looking around and I shook my head in horror.

"No, no, no, this cannot be happening."

I was in a strange environment and what was more horrifying was that I didn't know how I got here. 

I was still fully dressed and my hair was scattered around like I was a mad woman. I actually felt like one right now. 

I held my head trying to remember how I got here but nothing was coming. It was all blank. The only thing I could remember was drinking with a strange girl and we were laughing whose name was Aimee.

"Who the hell is Aimee?"