Cherry woke up the next day, dazed and confused. She opened her eyes and realized that she was not in her room.
"The hell-ow ow ow!" she exclaimed. Her head was exploding in pain as the hangover hit her. Rubbing her scalp, she scanned her surroundings.
It was a posh yet simple room. The glass wall overlooked the whole city from above. The sunlight was shining brightly through it. Unlike her apartment which was darker since her walls were painted red, this place was soothing and airy.
There were also bright paintings on the wall. Cherry was awed at the artist's ability to draw such realistic pictures.
The paintings were of everyday events. There was one of a little girl riding a cycle. Another one was an old lady selling vegetables on the street. Next to it was a portrait of a couple kissing in the rain.
