I pulled hard on my arm, held snugly by who knows what, in the tangles of a sea of silk that was closing in around me. I tugged with all my weight, backpedaling vainly against the silk shirt, as it slipped and slid beneath me. It was that- stUpid screw! It was caught on- something! It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to tie a screw to my wrist, after I had lost my long, sharp, bobble-headed pin. But now, with my head half-buried in mounds of silk and my arm completely un-budging, I couldn't understand what had gone wrong, and something had gone so wrong. I fought against the mysterious force, pinning my arm mercilessly within the folds of the slippery fabric, falling and melting around me. The first hour of this had been infuriating and ridiculous, but as the room slowly began to glow in the dim, morning light, it was starting to get a little scary. Vague panic flickered in my chest, like a fading ember, reminding me of the danger, sleeping so near by.
I turned back cautiously,