7
Jane awoke to the sound of power tools.
She tried to open her eyes, but even that small movement caused her pain. Keeping them closed, she gingerly lifted a hand and found the source of the throbbing – a lump the size of an egg on the side of her head.
She blinked and saw a snowy white ceiling with soft recessed lighting. Perhaps it was all a dream – or a nightmare. But then where had the bump come from?
Her head was engulfed by a downy pillow in a starched white pillowcase. The sheets she lay on felt luxuriously textured against her skin. She was wearing a T-shirt – a long one – and briefs. She raised her head. More pain. The dark teak writing desk and chair beneath a long mirror looked like they belonged in a hotel suite. Not a lifeboat, that was for sure.
The noise brought more a
