Awaken

I watched as she pushed her back against the heavy metal door and tried to catch her breath. Her heart still throbbed from the terror that had struck it. She had secured the rusty lock on the door and was certain the cold-blooded brutes that sought to maul her would be unable to break in.

She closed her eyes and flung them open moments later, letting them wander around the dimly lit room. The room was large. About three times the size of her own room. Or was it my own room?
Her eyes settled on the bed on the opposite end of the room and she froze in alarm. A filthy bed it was. But it wasn’t the flimsy mattress that had seized her attention, nor was it the shoddy bed set and overused pillows that lay in a chaotic heap on it.
The silhouette of an eerie creature with fiery eyes, more terrifying than the brutes she had barely escaped, stood on the bed, causing its frail wooden frame to squeak and fueling her trepidation so that she let out a cry so piercing it seemed to have emanated from my own lungs.

The window.
She hadn’t thought of locking it and the beast must have made its way in through the window. She dashed for the door to her right. It lead to a small room, illuminated by an elegant tiered chandelier. A bathroom. Or was it a library? A stunningly massive book shelf stood across one length of the room covering it completely, from floor to ceiling, and directly opposite the shelf were a bathtub, shower and toilet—sleek and shiny as though they were extracted from a futuristic edition of the architectural digest. She marveled at the owner’s conflicting preferences. The disparity between the bedroom and this room was…

She remembered the bedroom.
The eerie beast was in there, probably about to break through the bathroom door to reach her. Intuition propelled her towards the bookshelf and just before she collided with the grand wooden structure, the shelf ingested her.
She was now at one end of a hallway, so long, it was impossible to see its end. She had just started to run down the hallway when a figure appeared in front of her.
The fiery-eyed beast.
There was no door or window in sight, so how had it found its way in? She turned back and began running towards the spot where the bookshelf had spewed her out. Something struck her in the back of her head, making her dizzy. I felt dizzy too. The hallway began spinning wildly in circles.

My eyelids flew open.