Alicia opens her eyes.
She is in a room she does not recognize.
The room is simple, yet cozy. Warm colored walls. Soft curtains. Morning light filtering through gently.
Alicia blinks several times.
Her mind works slowly, trying to place this room, trying to connect it to a memory.
But she has a feeling she has never been here before.
When she realizes that, she begins to observe more carefully.
She is lying in a queen size bed with comfortable bedsheets and pillows, tucked beneath a blanket.
She turns her head toward the right bedside table.
There is a clear water jug.
An empty glass beside it.
Her throat feels dry.
Painfully dry.
She lifts her right hand to reach for the jug.
Then she freezes.
Her right hand is holding something.
She looks down.
Her breath catches.
She is holding a kitchen knife.
This knife, she recognizes.
It is from her kitchen.
Her heart begins to pound.
She blinks rapidly, trying to understand.
