Neville's consciousness surfaced slowly; the first thing he noticed was the unfamiliar softness of the bedding. The duvet was so warm and fluffy that it felt like it was urging him to sleep some more. The experience was practically nothing like the one he had in his room.
Hm?
Neville furrowed his eyebrows, then quickly shot his eyes wide open. His eyes met the unfamiliar ceiling. He turned his head to the side to see the blackout curtains shut completely with only the dim lighting around him.
'Where is this place?'
Neville sat abruptly, silk sheets pooling around his waist. His head spun slightly from the sudden movement. Then he spotted a familiar advertisement nearby.
"Staredison Gwesty?" he murmured. "I'm still in the hotel?"
