Zoe's POV
When I opened my eyes, the world appeared as though it had been dipped in fog. Everything was blurry. Shapes floated together without defined edges, the ceiling melting into the walls in a soft haze. My head felt heavy, as though it had been stuffed with cotton overnight.
I blinked once. Twice. Gradually, the blur began to clear. That was when I realized something cold and smooth was pressed against my cheek—my phone. Half my face had been lying on it, and a string of drool had escaped the corner of my mouth, pooling slightly on the screen.
"Ugh," I muttered groggily. I quickly wiped my lips with the back of my hand and stretched, a massive yawn ripping through me so wide that my eyes watered.
I must have dozed off. Carefully, I pushed myself up against the pillows and rubbed my eyes again, trying to shake away the sleep that clung stubbornly to them. My ankle throbbed faintly as I shifted. Right, the sprain.
