I was given a writing prompt from a… dear friend. Each ‘chapter’ is a new prompt. I for one, can’t wait to see how my friend fucks with my writing abilities…
She woke up in a strange bed covered in feathers and no memory of the previous evening.
She noticed she was sticky, feathers stuck in her hair on on her leg.. she was also half-dressed, and cold.
Where are my pants…
She was wearing a plain green tee that was falling off one shoulder, black Victoria’s Secret panties, and not-so-white ankle socks.
She sat up on her elbows and tried to take in her surroundings. She couldn’t focus her vision. Everything was spinning and blurry so she allowed herself to fall back down onto the bed.
Her vision kept swimming until total darkness engulfed her once more.