The chirping of birds was thing that woke me up. It wasn’t a bad soud per say; just unusual for a place like New York City. I blinked my eyes open slowly, trying to get the bluriness to go away. When I slowly came to I noticed the place Beneath me was hard. Not like my mattress at all.

Did I fall asleep at bar last night? That’s doesn’t seem likely though, Mike would have definitely kicked me out of his bar.

My eyes cleared after I placed my hand on a table…a table with a pretty blue cloth over it. I glanced up with squinting eyes; it was bright. Oddly bright. I wasn’t the only person here, there were about six others. A guy with a ugly black and white stripped shirt, a bright redheaded girl with a whimsical type pink dress, a older lady who was wearing a burnt orange and black accented dress; a dress you would definitely see in a period drama on Netflix. Actually all of women were dressed in a similar style. One of the two blonde headed women was wearing a blue dress smillar to the cloth that laid on the table and the other in a ruby red dress with a blue stripe around her puff sleeves and waist. There was one other guy that had shoulder length blonde hair and and wore a navy blue coat and red undershirt.

I finally looked down at myself. I definitely wasn’t wearing my usual oversized sweater and ripped jeans. A pastel foral dress with lots of tulle decorated my body. My dark raven hair stood out against the soft pinks, purples and blues of the flowers on my dress. I glanced back up and around at my surroundings with pure bewilderedment and confusion. We were on a boat structure of some sort; the clear blue water mocked my reflection. Party balloons surrounded us at the table and a huge umbrella towered over us. The table was full of sweet deserts and mouth watering food.

It was like a party; and like all of the other times in my life I didn’t want to be invited to this one.

I glanced back at the strangers who were staring at me. Some wore terrified expressions while others wore angry. Oh crap, did I get roofied?

The man with the black and white stripped shirt wore a bored expression and could apparently read my mind.

“Yeah, we probably got roofied” He states bluntly.