My eyes flew open suddenly as I watched the ceiling above me. The colour was yellow like that of the old parchment paper, with shadows flickering on it. I knew it was neither my home nor my room. Where had I ended up again?
I felt someone squeeze a warm wet cloth to my forehead. I shivered as it became cold rapidly and sat straight, trying to survey my surroundings.
'No,' I managed to say to myself. 'Not this again. Why is this happening?'
The room had pale beige walls with golden designs on them. From my woody brown four-poster bed, which were draped with faint gingerbread coloured curtains, I could see the spacious room that contained white decorative ceiling cornices. There was only one large glass door with multiple panels that led to the patio.
