She'd slept through the rest of the plane ride and the trip home, blissfully free of an achy head or any sort of dreams. Waking up was a slow, languorous process that she had no problem drawing out as long as possible. In fact, she was in a delightfully good mood... at least until she opened her eyes.
It took a few moments to register.... she was not in the hotel. This was not where she fell asleep. it was a place all too familiar to her, really... She was in her own home. In her own bed. 2400 miles away from NYC.
"What the fuck?"
Immediately, she sought out Momos, eyes flashing already.