The first thing Maggie noticed when she woke up, was the sound of rain. It reminded her of autumn days when she she was a girl. She would hide under her desk in her little fortress to read or play video games. The next thing she noticed was not quite as pleasant as those memories: She had wet herself. And it wasn’t just a little slip-up; it was a first-night-back-after-Eliza’s complete flooding.
“Damnit,” Maggie groaned. She tried to sit up, but her entire body felt like it was made of lead.
“Don’t try to get up.”
Maggie turned towards the voice and saw it was coming from the laptop.