Have you ever woken up in a bed that wasn't your own?
Of course you have, everyone has. Well, unless you're particularly sheltered, I suppose. Or incredibly young, in which case I suggest you close out of this page and find something else to do, as this biography will touch upon content that you should not be reading.
But, anyways.
If you're lucky, you've never woken up to that moment of panic. Slept so deeply that, when you woke up, you forgot that you'd lain down and gone to sleep somewhere else, and been lost and confused to see a ceiling that wasn't your own. It's a disturbing feeling, one that rattles you to your bones and leaves you feeling unsafe.
Your bed is your safe spot, your room untouchable. And in that brief moment, you think you've been stolen awake. Of course, you haven't, you've lain there under your own power and just forgotten.
But what if you had? Had gone to sleep in your own bed, feeling nothing less than perfectly comfortable, wholly safe that nothing could harm you in your little den, that little space that was wholly yours, only to wake up somewhere else?
Somewhere that you couldn't have sleep walked to?
Somewhere that you'd never seen before?
Or how about somewhere that you had seen before, but only ever through a television screen?
Imagine how you might have felt, then.
