[Lonely Poet]: 442.top index.This is why I don't drink

The first thing I thought? Well...I remember thinking I was in my room at the Golden Crow Inn. But then, I realized that I wasn't. The pillow under my head was to soft, and the sheets that covered me were satin. With this thought, my eyes snapped open. I sat up quickly, only to fall back to the pillow with a grimace of pain. Tears welled in my eyes as the sharp pain in my temples once again slowed to a dull throb.

I must have been drinking last night, I thought to myself. I didn't know where I was, but I knew I had to get home. But how? I didn't know for sure. But I had to think of something. Maybe there is someone else here that can tell me how to get back.

I stood up gingerly, feeling my head spin sickeningly. Just as I was about to sprint for the trash can, the door on the other side of the room opened and a young man stepped inside the room. He was very handsome, but he was dressed on ragged clothes, like a slave. His hair was long and black, his eyes were bright green, and his lips were full and sensual. And he was starring at me in shock.

I looked down at myself and groaned. I was completely naked! I hurried over to the bed and picked up a sheet to wrap around myself. The man quickly averted his eyes. "Where am I?" I asked.

He looked up at me in surprise. "You are in my master's house. You appeared last night."

"Where is your master's house?" I asked, starting to get irritated.

"In Ireland," he said, confused.

"How did I get here? I live in America!"

"What is this America you speak of? I have not heard of it." His face told me he was telling the truth.

"What day is it?" I asked out of desperation.

He answered, "It is Thursday and the tenth day of june in the year 1223. And you must get dressed or my master will get angry with waiting."

All I could think was, God help me, I went back in time somehow.