Mackenzie slowly opened her eyes, her brain foggy and what felt like the beginnings of a migraine threatening at the back of her head. She was in a strange room that had dimmed lighting and everything from the furniture to the walls was all colored in soothing grays and blues. She slowly looking around not wanting to make any sudden movements and cause the throbbing in her head to get any worse. She was laying on what seemed to be a very comfortable couch and there was a chair with a side table sitting directly across from her. She could make out a desk in the far corner that was very tidy and only looked to have a picture frame, some pens in a cup, a closed laptop, and a phone. She could see there were paintings on the wall that at first looked abstract but, the more she stared at them sh
