Anna smiled in her sleep, Mister Truce was better than she imagined, he made her feel alive in ways she never imagined possible. She wriggled her body in excitement. Her eyes slowly opened, she squinted, adjusting to the light of…the room. She was in a large bed, covered in white sheets.
She sat up and looked around. The walls were paneled in a muted gold palette, sleek blinds, framed large windows and allowed light spill in and dance across the surfaces. The bed was so fluffy, she literally sunk in. Masterful art crafts, and candle lights were arranged on low tufted drawers that lined one wall. A huge TV hung on the other side of the room. Throw pillows filled a white, expensive sofa. To the far west end, was a light-brown round table, A warm, golden light spilled across the bed from the open blinds, bathing the space.
"Whoa, how… how did he?" She asked, confused.
