Mistaken.

Chapter Four: Every Fine Detail.

We got into the house, it was still dark but the sun was starting to rise, shining through the blind, giving little light to the big cool living room. I was too tired to ask questions, I didn't think I was in the position to either. I sat on the large seeming sofa as Jay starts fire going, it takes a few tries, trial and error but it finally catches. The heat rushes to me fast, making me flustered, suddenly I can't keep my eyes open anymore, the sofa was actually extremely comfortable!

I woke up and turned around, I was in a large bed, it must have been mid-day by now, light was shining through the widow flooding the room with blinding light. The room was yellow, neutral, beautiful but at the same time it was boring. Above my head was a above the bed was a 1800's Antique Victorian Era Hanging oil lamp, worth around five-hundred pounds was my guess, you see, I used to study antiques, I love them! They were my speciality back at home. They really were my passion. Everything in the room seemed to be an antique! It's like he knew what I was into, the bed sheets were silk, smooth against my skin. Everything looked so delicate, I was too scared to touch anything, I stopped analysing the room when I became aware that I was being watched, I looked at the door. Jay was stood there, tall and confident, 'I hope you don't mind but you didn't look comfortable on the sofa.' he said, I didn't even think about how I got into bed! Shows how interested I was in analysing the rooms every detail, it was beautiful. The skirting boards were white with little flowers connected by swirls engraved in them. The doors were just plain white, simple but effective. The door handles, now the door handles were quite something, some kind of flower was poking out, looked like another antique. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a deep red patch on the floor, old and worn but nevertheless it was still there, daunting. Making me nervous, I snapped out of it, I smiled sweetly

'Sorry, I was just taking in the beautiful details of the room.' I said trying my hardest to keep eye contact, he smiled back at me, not a hint of evil.