35 2.6.2. Disaster

Next morning I wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

Peering open my eyes, I come face-to-face with a bird cage that I'm definitely sure wasn't mine.

I pull back just in time before one of the birds in the cage, jump over to my side and peck my nose.

If the pounding in my head's any indication, I know I've done something I'm going to regret.

Sitting up I realize I'm in a sort of a studio apartment. With tall windows behind the bed I'm sitting on. A slanted ceiling closing in front of me and immense sunlight shining on my back.

That makes me realize, I'm not wearing a shirt. Wooden flooring but nothing else in the room except for the birds, the bed and two nightstands beside it.

I walk towards the only door in the room and open it. It's an open space. Tall ceilings and an open kitchen, in an open living room and paintings on every freaking wall that's visible in sight.

What on God's earth is this place?