Why do I feel like my head is smooshed up against a pair of boobs?
Wow, never thought I'd be asking myself that.
I opened my eye – the other was blocked by boobs – and everything was fuzzy.
"Oh thank god, darlin'. You're up." The sweet voice of Mrs. Nellie Lovett filled my ears.
And then I did a mental double-take.
Mrs. Lovett.
Mrs. Lovett.
Mrs. mother-flippin' Lovett.
Is not real.
Is a fictional character.
Da hell did I do last night?
Apparently I went to bed and woke up 150 or so years in the past.
And in a different country.
And in one of the best films I've ever seen.
Fuck yeah.