K A Y L A
I wake up slowly in a soft and comfortable bed, covered by a giant grey and black duvet. The sheets felt and smelled amazing, they were smooth against my skin and made me feel relaxed.
This is perfect. Except, I don't know where the hell I am. I sit up in the bed and look around me and see that I am in a guy's room, there is a table with a MacBook on it and some books and office supplies, as well as a shelf with more books in it. The is a giant window in the west side of the room, draped with large, light grey curtains, with a seating area adorned with dark blue and crimson pillows just below it.
A black acoustic guitar is set on a stand just at the corner of the room, as well as a black bass and a dark blue electric guitar with red lighting streaks running across it.
I shoo
