Adrian Homes

Where?!

What happened? where am I? My mind races, struggling to regain my senses. Awareness returns... a firm but comfortable surface beneath me, the sound of someone typing on a keyboard in the next room, and the smell of Lavendar? My eyelids are heavy as I continue fighting to wake up. In the brief moment I am able to open my eyes, I see the ceiling of a soft warmly lit room with something above me. I try to open my eyes again, for longer this time and realize the ceiling is decorated with a mural of floral vines, light rays coming through the spaces inbetween. Beautiful drapping flowers hang from different parts of the vines. Most are white but some have patches of purple or pink.