The sun shone brightly through the curtains. Alex covered her head with her quilt, opening her eyes in the darkness. She breathed in deeply, the mixture of the whiskey and cigarette smelling bedding masking the distinct smell of frying bacon.
"Where the hell am I?" She said, sitting bolt upright and having suddenly realised was not in neither her own bed nor her own flat. Alex heard someone nosily coming up the stairs. In a panic, she hid under the quilt again, tightly closing her eyes.
Her door squeaked open, and footsteps drew closer to her bed. She was aware that someone was standing over her, but made no attempt to scream or run. Instead she laid there, her heart pounding in her chest.
Alex felt a hand take hold of her shoulder and shake her gently.