When characters wake up in a story from BedTime, the world takes a little while to form in around them.
She held her eyes closed and breathed. The first thing she could feel was the weight of her eyelids and her tongue in her mouth, fat and dry. She coughed, and felt her hands, scratched up, a burn on her right wrist that still bothered her.
Then she opened her eyes, and everything flooded in at once. She was a human this time, in front of a door. The air-conditioning was turned up high, and chill ran down her back. A white flash of light came in from behind her.
Julia pushed through the door and ran. An atrium. A towering geometric stair climbed upwards and downwards, and sunlight streamed in from all angles. She bolted towards a window, shoving white-coats aside, and leapt. The image of the outside world shattered as she burst through, and as the glass shrieked and the girl fell, she screamed.