Zoe had been an early riser ever since she was little, so it came as quite a shock to her when she opened her eyes to see not the roof of her car, which she had to spend the night in last night after being evicted from her home, but instead a long flowing canopy of silk streaming downfrom the top of a king sized bed. The bed was soft and warm, and Zoe felt as if she was sinking deeper and deeper into it with every passing moment. She shot up into a sitting position, her sapphire eyes darting around the room. It was a bedroom for sure, with a large ceiling, floor length windows, and a smooth stone floor, but it wasn't her car...Or even her small room that she had owned.
Kicking the heavy comforter off her legs, Zoe was even more shocked to find that she was wearing a long black nightgown. What had happened to her jeans and t-shirt she had fallen asleep in the night before? Sure waking up in a weird room was creepy, but having her clothes changed freaked Zoe out beyond compare. She jumped out of the bed, and marched for the bedroom door. The room was great, sure, but she needed answers, and she needed them now. She opened the door and walked out into a beautifully decorated corridor, her jaw dropping instantly. This wasn't a house, it was a freaking mansion! Zoe shook her head, and smoothed down her messy hair, which she had dyed blue a week ago. She needed to concentrate on finding someone to tell her where the hell she was.