My eyes flicker at the light beaming at me, I squint as my eyes struggle. My back hurts and I see many cuts on my left arm. The sheets seem so soft and fluffy- like clouds on a summer night- I’m melting in the sheets with the sun glowing behind the bed. I rub my eyes and look around, despite the cuts, my skin is dangerously smooth and shiny. I realise I’m wearing silk -its so soft. Shorts that barely cover my back side and a top ,with no selves, that hangs at my waist. I’ve never worn such beautiful clothes. My skin has never been so soft, and where I live there is near to no sun- let alone giant windows behind my bed.

My eyes adjust to my surroundings and I find gold on my right, it glistens in the light as a golden sketchbook floats above it. Thats not my handwriting. It’s too neat to be mine. I reach out as far as I can to try and get the book, this bed feels like it’s pulling me in like quick sand the comfort is so addictive. I stretch as far as I can without getting out the bed.

“Are you okay love?”

His voice startles me, I must look like a complete idiot because I tumble out the bed and nearly hit my head on the book stand. He laughs at me, but he walks toward me. The sun shining on his beautiful face, every detail highlighted in the sun, his dark blue eyes- I could stare at them for days. His chocolate brown hair, so curly and cute in small braids that frame his face so perfectly. His smile- his teeth- it kills me how attractive he is and how dumb I am. I’m even more of an idiot because I have made him stand there in-front of me for so long. Arm outstretched waiting for me. “Are you okay love?” I feel bad for making him repeat it but that word sounds so beautiful coming out of his lips ‘love’ I think I’m in love.

As he pulls me up I’m suddenly at his chest. His had up my back and his arm stroking mine. “How are you feeling? Your arm is looking better. Does your back still hurt?” I don’t remember anything that happened or why I got hurt- to be honest if I was lost with him I would forget everything.

My eyes drift to the golden book as I drift back to reality. What am I doing here? His hand caresses my face and my eyes drift back to him- his eyes. And I start to forget what I was looking for. “Where am I?” I manage to say. The doors slam behind him and my eyes drift again. The book is covered in co-ordinates. I recognise them from camping with my dad. Their my co-ordinates. To my house. This isn’t my house. His hand holds my face once again and he pulls me closer- I didn’t think we could get any closer. “It’s okay love, no need to worry” he says once again. His voice is like an automated message thats here to comfort me- it’s working. But I ask again.“Where am I?”

The room goes black…