A sharp pain throbbing persistently in Laurie's arm forced open a pair of very bleary blue eyes. "Ouch!" she cried, prying her face from the white cloth of her dress. Somehow, her head had ended up cradled in her arm resting on the table and she had fallen asleep with her neck in a very strange position. In fact, she could hardly bend it to the left at all, and her right arm had fallen so deeply asleep that when she whacked her fingers on the table, there was no feeling at all. And though she didn't know it, the right side of her face was crisscrossed with deep lines from where the folds of her dress had pressed into her cheek. Laurie presented a very strange sight indeed, even her normally smooth hair looked rather untidy.
Groggy, and a bit grumpy as one is apt to be when a nap has been cut short, Laurie attempted to stand. The driving thought in her cloudy mind was to find a room in which to finish her nap, but it for some reason, her body didn't seem to be responding properly. Or maybe it was the floor; the stupid thing kept wobbling around! Instead of walking gracefully across the floor, Laurie ended up half-stumbling drunkenly two tables in the wrong direction before tripping over a bar stool and ending up flat on her face.
"Ouch," she managed to groan into the wood, half hoping no one noticed her tumble, but wondering how she was going to get back to her feet without assistance.
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