Alone

Isis woke up in the early morning light. As soon as she has wiped the sleep from her eyes she was in total alarm. She was in total alarm. She was not in her bedroom. She was in a bedroom, a very nice one, but not her own. The bed on which she lay was so soft that she didn’t want to leave it and venture from the safety she found there.
Despite the fear she felt, Isis found herself curious about the surroundings she could almost make out through the sheer panels that hung from the mirrored canope of the bed. She climbed out from under the comforter that covered her. As she stepped onto the shag rug below she began to really see the other objects in the room. There was a tall cherry armior across from her by the door and a matching vanity and dresser by the bed. The room was done in pale purples and hunter green. Though she liked it, Isis couldn’t feel safe here until she knew what was going on, and even then maybe she wouldn’t.
Thus she crept over to the door and tried to open it. To her surprize it opened so easily that it was like a hot knife through butter. She stepped quietly into the hall and noticed that there wasn’t anyone or any noise. Then she proceeded toward the stairs. She couldn’t believe how beautiful everything was. If she hadn’t been so nervous she might have taken more time to look at the detail. The silence in this place was becoming deafening….