I slowly woke up, shivering. Everything around me seemed so cold, so alien and strange. What I felt bellow me was scratchy, like a handmade wool sweater. The air was cold around my and smelled like a cave I once went into during a hike…but I was supposed to be in my mother's jet. It had seat heaters and the seats were made out of nice leather…and I did not own a wool sweater. My location came into focus as I opened my eyes. The walls and floors were made of a pale yellow stone that brought Egypt to mind…maybe we reached Egypt and Mom didn't want to wake me up. "Mom?" I called out, worried, "Mama?"
"Mom? Mama?" the stone room threw my words back at me tauntingly. I tried to get up, but I soon found that I couldn't get up from the cot I had been laying on. I noticed a blanket laying on the floor, as if I kicked it off when I was out like a light. It was a silvery gray color, like it had been woven out of moonlight. I struggled to move again, fighting against the pain in my legs and lower back. I looked back to the blanket, fiercely determined to move and get something. Keeping my smaller goal in mind, I reached for the blanket. I quietly noted how much my skin contrasted from the light material. I snatched it from the floor, falling back onto the cot. I lightly panted as I studied to blanket, only to find that it wasn't a blanket. It was like those coat things they wore in Harry Potter…a cape…no, not a cape. "A cloak," I noted quietly, feeling horribly small as my whisper echoed back at me. It had a rounder hood than the cloaks from Harry Potter…so it was more like the cloaks from the Disney movie, Prince of Persia.
I threw my hand over the side of the cot, lightly panting as I whispered, "Where am I?"