My mind is foggy as my eyes flutter open.
What happened and where am I? This isn’t my bed?
The bed is easily the softest bed I have ever laid on. The blue duvet is so fluffy and warm. I debate if I even want to move.
I sit up slowly, ignoring the small tinge of pain on my shoulder and survey the room.
Yup, definitely not my room.
The room was illuminated solely by a bedside lamp and I can see out the balcony doors that the sun has set.
I slid out of the bed and step gently on the hardwood floors, not wanting to be too loud or disturb anything.
There are two doors opposite each other and an archway that looks like it leads to a half-empty closet.
Where am I?
I try one of the doors and smile when I see a bathroom with a big tub and glass shower with turquoise tiles.
The sound of a
