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Chel slept more soundly than she could ever recall sleeping. The moment her head hit the pillow on the ship, everything went black. That was all she could remember.
She awoke to a cool breeze ruffling her hair and sending a chill up the back of her neck. Chel shivered, but it felt good. She didn’t open her eyes immediately, enjoying the warm comfort of a bed that was just right with a satiny smooth blanket that was also … just right.
For a moment, she was at home in her own bed. The events of the previous days were completely forgotten in the haziness of sleep and a comfortable bed.
Then, Chel opened her eyes. The light wasn’t right. It was too bright. And the pillow she was laying on. It was different from her own. It felt … alien. Chel let the thoughts fall into place as she slid her fingers over the fine material it was made out of.
This wasn’t her pillow.
Chel blinked the sleep from her eyes and stared out in front of her. She was sleeping outside. There was a bluish purple sky, grass and hedges in the distance. Where was she?