Kagome awoke with a screaming headache. Groaning softly, she tugged the blankets over her face, trying to block out the sunlight. Cocooning herself in darkness didn't help, the pain only increasing, so she shifted onto her side.
She felt discombobulated—like she'd been hit by a bus—but after the well had opened back up, the feudal era had become her home, so she knew that wasn't the case. She couldn't remember drinking sake either, her gums missing the telltale fuzziness as she licked her lips.
Had she been attacked?
Knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, she pushed herself onto her elbows, using the headboard to keep herself balanced. Air filled her lungs as she took deep breaths, and holding herself steady, she slowly opened her eyes.
The bothersome sunlight filtered in through a large bay window, the curtains fluttering in an early spring breeze. Intricately carved furniture lined the walls, and she could see the edge of a large tub through a connecting doorway. Next to her, a fresh bouquet of plum blossoms sat in a vase, the fragrance wafting past her nose.
It was a lovely sight to behold—the decorator had likely spent a lot of time selecting the pieces—but there was only one problem.
This wasn't her room.