The Cliff (Part 1)

I don't know where I am. All I know is that I can still feel the makeup caked on, while the lingering toxic scent of last night fills the air around my face. I can't open my eyes, but I remember bits and pieces of a dream I had before I woke up. My memories are blurred but I can recover something along the lines of a normal life, whatever that is. My subconscious loves playing jokes on me. My eyes are still closed. I feel movement. Think, think, think, where am I? I feel movement again. Someone is touching me. I lay still. Pretending I'm still asleep, at least until I can remember where I am. That's my only plan at the moment. Then I hear it.