Vella opened her eyes slowly. She couldn’t remember a single dream… That was strange, didn’t she always remember her dreams? Confused, but otherwise unperturbed she took her time adjusting to the waking world. The room she was in looked less like a bedroom and more like an old study. Books shelved to the ceiling, warm colored walls, hardwood floors, windows stacked on only one wall as the source of light. The curtains were closed, but from the light seeping out around the edges she knew she had slept for too long.
She sat up and rubbed sleep form her eyes. Her mind felt cloudy and obscured. Something wasn’t right. Not just that she woke up on a couch, or that she was in some study room. Nothing felt familiar, if anything she felt very unsafe.