She sat slowly, looking around at the almost pod-like shape that curved around her. She was in a much smaller space than she’d imagined. After a long while, after the jaunty tune had ended and a deeper, more complex instrumental piece had taken its place, she finally came to the conclusion she couldn’t keep her eyes closed forever and opened them in a snap, getting it over quickly. Why was she afraid to? She pondered that. She could simply open her eyes and find out where she was, she told herself, but just the thought of it made her heart beat faster, her chest tighten. She wasn’t home, or anywhere that might resemble a home. Was it from a musical, maybe? Or the theme song from a movie? Over the sound of the music, she could hear a faint, steady hum, like the machinery in a hospital, and the air, slightly too cool for comfort, reminded her of institutional spaces. Did she know this song? She thought the tune was familiar, but didn’t recognize the lyrics. Panic buzzed faintly along her skin, caught her breath in her throat, and she kept very still. She lay for awhile, eyes closed, listening to it, while she tried to remember where she was and how she came to be here.
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