When my eyes fluttered open, everything around me, for a brief second, assaulted my senses. It was difficult telling my right side from my left and I was ravaged by a high-pitched screech.
They all lasted for a moment, before the warmth of wherever I was set in, and then I felt the soft, bouncy platform beneath me. A moment later, I easily processed that I was in a room.
The corners of the room were dark, the center of the space was light with a light that glowed from the luxurious chandelier that hung a few meters away from the bed.
The bed itself was a centerpiece that perfected the space, thrown in the vastness of a room. The furniture pieces were a spectacle in their own forms, brown and speaking of an ancient glamor that both breathed luxury and unsophisticated class, so easily.
I stood up, but swayed on my feet. It took a few steps for me to be able to walk straight, even though my legs still felt heavy, or light, they felt like they had not seen the ground for days.
