Forty one: Heaven

Something hit my eyes. Whatever that was, was hot, disturbing and crazy. It pulled me from my sleep, which was so annoying. I had to sleep. I hadn't slept so well in a long time. 

A knot kept my hands and legs captive. I tried to move on this bed, but it seemed impossible to. And, what in the world was this bed made of? Rock?

As I yawned, my bad breath attacked my nose, which made me scrunch it. And, trying to sit up, I opened my eyes.

I gasped. I was scared. I remembered all that had happened last night. 

My legs and hands were tied. I was sitting on a dusty floor, close to a terribly old sofa. I knew something had been wrong with where I had been sleeping, but I didn't know it was a floor not a bed. 

The thing that had pulled me from my sleep was the sun that passed through the silky curtain on the small window above my head. Where was this place?