Waking up in the park

It is dawn. The sun is peaking through the treetops and leaves.

Amy Pond rolls from laying on her side to flat on her back, her bare skin on the lush green grass. She slowly started to wake. Making direct eye contact with a pigeon staring at upside down.

Her sitting up startled it to fly away.

She rubbed her eyes and started to wonder, "What the hell did I do last night?"