I opened my eyes and felt myself go completely sober, my panic burning away any of the remaining alcohol in my system.
Let this be a dream, let this be a dream, let this be a dream.
Surrounding me were wooden bars. I was in a crib! A strap was definitely pulled across my chest, but it wasn’t blankets that had made me not feel the coarse restraint. The fleece footed onesie I’d been dressed in felt like a blanket, but coated me from the neck down, mittening even my hands.
I tried to gasp and couldn’t. The rubber bulb of the pacifier that had been inserted into my mouth was fully inflated. I wouldn’t be able to spit it out unless an Amazon twisted the button and deflated the nipple.
