Lyvana's eyes snapped open.
She blinked, feeling confused. She was in a small, beautiful cottage room with soft cream walls and thick wooden beams on the ceiling.
A small fire burned in a marble fireplace, making the room feel warm and cozy. Next to the bed was a shiny gold lamp and a soft velvet chair. Everything in the tiny room looked expensive and beautiful.
She sat up quickly, holding the silk pajamas she was wearing. Her head hurt with a dull pain. She reached up and felt a neat bandage wrapped around her forehead.
She tried to remember what happened.
The last thing she could recall was a loud bang as a pickup truck hit her car. She remembered the steering wheel shaking and her car flying off the road into a ditch.
She looked around the quiet room. How did she get here? She got out of bed and walked slowly to the door. When she opened it, she gasped at the beautiful view.
