Her mind was so cloudy that she did not quite feel like herself. The luxurious sheets touching her palm were not the usual ones that she had washed until they aged; the light above her head was also not the half-damaged, energy-saving lamp that she was accustomed to waking up to. Her body ached badly as if it had just been torn apart by something. When she lifted her wrist, the purplish-green marks on it were clear and obvious to the eye.
Eustace_Eric
Her mind was so cloudy that she did not quite feel like herself. The luxurious sheets touching her palm were not the usual ones that she had washed until they aged; the light above her head was also not the half-damaged, energy-saving lamp that she was accustomed to waking up to. Her body ached badly as if it had just been torn apart by something. When she lifted her wrist, the purplish-green marks on it were clear and obvious to the eye.
The Beautiful Wife of the Whirlwind Marriage
Urban · Bath Robey