Stolen Reflection

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I opened my eyes and found myself in a cozy, old-fashioned room. I shot up from the bed, my heart racing, my head still pounding from whatever they had injected into me. The soft pink curtains fluttered lazily by the window, catching my eye. My body ached as though I’d been running for days.

I stumbled to the window and pushed it open, gulping down the fresh air.