#ttp3

From the moment you open your eyes, you know you aren't where you belong.

You aren’t sure how you ended up where you are, or how you know it isn't where you're supposed to be, but you know for sure that you’re going to find out, even if you aren't sure you want to know.

You rack through your mind, trying to draw out your most recent memories.

The last thing you remember…That you aren’t totally sure of. It’s all such a blur. You’re pretty sure you were going to meet...someone. A face flashes in your memory. It was only for a second, but long enough that you know the color of their eyes. Blue.

It would be nice if you could remember who they were.

Hell, it’d be even nicer if you could remember your own name.

Maybe, you think, there’s something in the room that will jog your memories.

You sit up to look and find yourself in the most lavish room you think you’ve ever seen. The bed itself is draped in dark curtains and matching throws of soft fabric. Massive windows, big enough to let in large rays of light that stretch across the carpets and hardwood floors, line three of the four walls in pairs of twos. You can see trees swaying in the wind outside.

You toss the blankets off and get up. You think you'll look around some more and get a small lay of the land.

Only, as soon as you put any weight on your legs, they give out from underneath you and you meet the hard wood of the floor with a groan.

At that same moment, the door creaks open.