17 Pitch And Fugitives.

I felt light wet dabs against my forehead as I rolled painfully on a super soft material. With my eyes shut I took a deep inhale as the fragrance of roses wafted up into my nose, swirling down my guts and easing the pain down there a bit.

Well at least I'm still alive.

Timidly propelling my saggy lids open, I shrunk back down again when a bright light hits my face. Damn it's the sunlight. It's morning already and I'm still in bed?

You don't see that everyday huh?

I jerked up quickly, taking in the whole gigantic room in. The huge red velvety closet first caught my eyes. It was spotless and likely not mine. The entire room was triple the size of mine, with a chaise lounge, twin red sette at a corner, soft red hairy rug that cowered beneath my feet. The bed which I slept on was king sized and claded with the softest red material ever made.

I haven't seen this much red in years.