Up and Adom part 1

It is a rather odd feeling to be waking up in someone else's bed. I always found it harder to sleep away from home, the unfamiliar noises of the house or tent., the strange texture of sheets not your own, the alien smell that filled your nostrils, not repugnant (unless you were unlucky and sleeping in a barn for the first time) just different. It is an uneasy feeling that never quite goes away. When I was younger and at my first sleepover with my childhood friends, it was even harder when filled with that excitement and sugar and overall unfamiliarity. I had to call home that first time for someone to pick me up.

The major difference from those previous times and now is that I remember the day and events that led up to sleeping away from home. I remember going to sleep in that tent while camping with my parents, I remember that hotel we stayed in on our way to visit relatives during the holidays.

As I wake up now? I don't remember how I got here. At first I think it's just the grogginess of morning feeling my head as I roll on softer sheets then I ever had. An unfamiliar smell emanates from the room, again not unpleasant, just immensely different. It has a hint of pine to it, and I can feel the summer heat in the room. Again I chalk up these things to my morning grogginess, rationalizing the heat as the air conditioner being broken again.

Then I begin to notice the other things that are wrong with this situation. Such like I was wearing clothes. I usually slept in the nude, especially on a warm summer day. Another thing that was odd was the bed was much bigger then my bed. As I stretched my hand outward, I couldn't feel my nightstand, nor the edge of my bed.

As the strangeness hits me, I opened my eyes for the first time, orange light of the morning sun flooding the room and temporarily blinding me. As I squint, I begin to see unfamiliar shapes of the room.

I sat up, realization dawning on me as my eyes adjusted to the light. The bed I was laying on was huge and elaborate. Woodcarvings decorated the beds wooden base and headrest, an open curtain above and around the bed. The sheets were white and extremely soft. I can honestly I had never slept in a comfier bed.

I looked down at the clothes on my body. They were as white as the sheets and frilly. They looked like those undergarments noblemen and women wear in those period piece movies. Honestly it reminded me of Scrooges nightgown from a Christmas Carol.

The room was equal alien, and gave the impression of who ever owned this room had was loaded. The furniture and floor were decorated elaborately, a full length mirror to the side and a changing curtain. And to be honest, it was all freaking me out.

How the hell did I get here? Who dressed me in this? Was this a sick game? Am I in some perverts dungeon?

I jumped out the bed and ran to the open balcony of the room. The room was to enormous and I struggled not to panic as more and more fears flooded my mind. And as soon as I looked outside, I jumped back and fell on my ass. Outside was not the suburbs I was used to, nor was it anywhere I had seen before.

I was in a castle, there was no other word for it. The giant room I was in was a part of a giant castle, below were buildings taken straight out of time, crammed together and full of people looking like ants before. The sun showed the woods that border the left side of the city or town below. And it had scared the crap out of me.

My thoughts immediately went to thoughts of kidnapping and what they were going to do to me, questions of why and how filled my brain, my breath started becoming ragged.

"Pull yourself together!" I shouted at myself. "Now's not the time to have a panic attack."

I did my best to remember the breathing techniques I was taught. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, one, two, one, two. Calm down, you need your wits about you. I told this to myself again and again, till my breath relaxed. I hadn't had a panic attack since 7th grade, the medication had helped and adjust as I grew more able to deal with it. Now it was a close call, to lose control and let the panic settle in.

Then a knock on the door and a nervous voice spoke through it, breaking my concentration and halting my panic as I froze to listen to the voice.

"Prince Oelm, s-sir? A-are you alright? I-I know you said not to disturb y-you in the morning to you called, b-but I heard shouting…"

I couldn't react, I just sat on the floor near paralyzed. Prince Oelm? Was he the man that kidnapped me? Where was he?

The door swung open, and I was not prepared for the world behind those doors and out the balcony, and it was not willing to let me either.