You wake up to the smell of breakfast, a rich smell of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and gravy. Staring blankly up at the ceiling, it takes you a full minute to consider that you have no idea who is cooking. It take you another full minute to come to the groggy realization that you are not in your apartment. “This is far too nice,” you think, laughing at your own possessions in comparison. The furniture alone must be worth thousands of dollars. The bedroom is massive, and there’s a fireplace in the corner. The walls are painted a soothing blue, and the trim that lines the ceiling is rather ornate. The pictures on the wall are famous prints—you recognize them from an Art class you took as a college sophomore.
At least you got a good night’s rest. The bed is extremely comfortable. It’s one of those expensive Tempur-Pedic memory foam mattresses, and your body is snugly enveloped by it. The sand colored sheets must have a high thread count, as they feel silky smooth against your body. The blanket is pillow-soft, and it’s one of those that can make getting out of bed impossible. The feather pillow behind your head feels as though you’ve been resting on a cloud. For the first time in years, you have no aches, no pain, and no strain in your neck. If you had any idea about where you were, you’d be content with staying in bed all day.