The buzzing of whispers wakes me. I crack my eyes open, unsure if I should sit up. I’m on a soft bed, but the ceiling doesn't look like anything I’ve seen before.
I rise up on my elbows, glancing around. Heavy red patterned drapes hang from the windows, blocking any light. A soft breeze wafts in, sweeping over my skin. The ceiling is too high for anyone to reach without a ladder. What a bastard it would be to change the lightbulbs on the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. A nonsensical thought, but I need something to focus on instead of the growing worry that I have no idea where I am.
I glance down at my body. I am covered with a gray duvet tucked tightly around me. It makes me feel claustrophobic, I wiggle my arms out. It’s like someone made the bed not realizing I’m under the b
