A glass chandelier hanging directly above her was the first thing she saw when she opened her sleep filled eyes. And a hand holding her was the first feeling she felt. Foreign spaces, keeping calm, she searched the room. Her gaze searching for a clue to tell her where she was. From the white cotton bedding, feeling thick and warm, to the vanilla scent of the room, she closed her eyes, and opened them again. This time wide-eyed, the hand on her made her nervous, she started turning slowly, ...