The last thing she saw was the colorful, wispy decorations gently swaying in the breeze. When she awoke, it was dark. She felt around in the dark for her purse, but found dry, itchy, straw. The smells were familiar and yet different. Animals. Leather. Grain. She closed her eyes hoping that when she opened them again, she would be in a familiar place. Sounds of fluttering from above; then dust made her sneeze. She tried to sit up, but her head hurt so badly she lay back down hearing nothing now but the crackling of straw under her aching head.
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