Mila woke up slowly, like her body was dragging itself up from somewhere deep and unpleasant.
The first thing she noticed was the pain in her head. It wasn't sharp enough to make her flinch, but it was there, pressing steadily behind her eyes like a dull knife she couldn't reach.
The second thing she noticed was her mouth.
It felt foul, dry and thick, like she had swallowed something dead and been forced to keep it there. The taste was all sorts of wrong. Bitter. Sour. Furry... why could she taste fur?!? And it sat on her tongue in a way that made her want to spit, except even that sounded like too much work.
Then came the rest of her body.
Heavy.
