@zennie-fic and I exchanged prompts, so here is a gift for u, friend!
In response to the prompt: What happened to my clothes?
It’s the beeping that wakes her. She’s warm and comfortable - is comfortable even the word? She feels like she doesn’t have a body to be comfortable in, it’s just her, body-less and floating in the warmth. It’d be perfect, except for that damn beeping.
Maggie opens her eyes to give it a stern talking-to, and a gray ceiling with dim lighting swims into view. She blinks at it, but it doesn’t really get any more focused or any more interesting, so she tries the rest of the room instead, raising her head to look blearily around.
Everything is kind of grim and bare and definitely not her bedroom, even though she’s in a bed, and even though that is her girlfriend asleep in a plastic chair next to her, one hand draped lightly next to Maggie’s shoulder.