Stupid Stupid Stupid. I am Stupid

My consciousness hits the moment there's no longer a bed to roll over. And only god knows how I managed to even roll to edge of such a large bed.

Strategically balancing myself in the nick of time, I save myself from instant pain and snuggle back into the silky sheets.

But am unable to fall back asleep as my brows furrow in thought.

Large bed? Silk sheets?

With my eyes now open wide, the frame of a canopy bed focuses into view, and all my doubts come true.

How can this be? I don't remember entering this room, was what I thought.

But my brain as if offended by my memory being questioned gives me a presentation on the events of the previous night.

Something cold and mettalic graze my cheek bringing me back from the realm of sleep. I shift my head against the warm chest to find a familiar gold-medallion.

Peeking up my eyes seek the amber orbs of the King of the Underworld but they were set on the path ahead.

He cradled me like a baby and unlike the expected discomfort, i felt rather