The sun streams through the window warming Iona's face and pulling her from the comforts of sleep. She groans, not wanting to wake up she rolls over. 'I don't feel like waking up to finish my history paper. What day is it? Oh yay, it's Saturday. I'm officially no longer grounded.'
Her eyes aren't even open yet but she's already more than happy to go back to sleep. She settles back in under the covers. It's not until she buries her face in the pillow that she realizes that something's not quite right.
'This isn't my bed.'
Opening her eyes she sits up quickly. 'This isn't my room.'
She looks around the black and white-styled room she's found herself in. The covers on the double bed she's woken up on in are black and white striped. There are black and white pictures of different bridges from across the world all printed on caves and put up along the three otherwise bare white walls of the room. There's a desk to her right and the door to her left.
