Twenty-three

Waking to sound of whispers, I am laying on a bed in a room I have never seen before. Heavy red patterned drapes hang from the windows. I could feel the soft breeze coming in, sweeping over my skin lightly. The ceiling is high too high for anyone to reach without a ladder. What a bastard it would be to change the lightbulbs on the lights fixture hanging from the ceiling. Looking down, I am covered