Maria
I wake up, and it takes me a while before I realize I'm staring up at the ceiling.
My hands feel something soft underneath me, and I wonder if everything was a dream. A few seconds pass, and I take a deep breath. It doesn't smell like my room. Blinking against the darkness above, I reach over to the curtains, draw them back, and see the glittering lights of New York sprawled out before me as the dying embers of a sunset paint the western horizon with a splash of pink and gold.
Memories of the roaring wind whipping around me rush back to the forefront of my mind. I try to sit up, and pain greets me like an old friend.
Not a dream, definitely real.
Wincing, I lie back down, body aching but miraculously intact. I try to figure out just what the hell happened. How am I still alive a
