The Sparrow

chapter 4

As I slowly opened my eyes, I heard something, some kind of noise that must have waked me up. I was obviously in a bed, in a huge room. I supposed it was my suite.

            I sat up in the bed and looked around the strange, but cozy room. It wasn't the suite that we had been in before, which I was expecting.

            I turned my head to the big colorful windowpane and saw the sun rising once again from the outside. So another day had come and gone. It was now Sunday. Great.

            I climbed out of bed and realized how great and awake and energized I was. I had only a tiny headache which was nothing to complain about. The day before had been so exciting and scary, I couldn't remember everything. Some details were sketchy like the whole falling to my death yet surviving without a scratch deal.  I knew it was probably impossible, but I wasn't going to think about it. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe I'd fallen asleep at the restaurant or something. Whatever happened, I just put it behind me.

            I sat there and looked at the place I was in. There were no rooms. Everything was connected. The bedroom was in the corner, and then there was what looked like a den with a long, wrap-around couch that looked really cozy. There was also a big mahogany table in the corner of the den that was bolted to the ground like the one from the other room. And right behind the table was a long window seat made of marble and three windows that went up at least 15 feet and let light flood in. The couch faced a big, metal door with five different locks on it, which freaked me out a little bit. And above the door was a huge plasma TV! That made my day. I also saw in the other part of the room a little kitchen with a microwave and a fridge and a counter island with a big basket of fruit. For a minute, I thought this place wouldn't be as bad as I thought!

            I jumped onto the big, comfy couch and was just about to pick up the remote that laid on it to turn the awesome TV on, but out of no where a voice rang out.

            "Oh, good, you're awake!" Jake came out of no where, making me jumped as I saw him come out from the shadows of what looked like a bathroom in the corner next to the big door.

            "What are you, a stalker? What are you doing here?" I asked as I studied the remote so I'd know how to use it once he left.

            "This is your suite. But, you can check it out later, first I need you to come with me; I have something to show you." He came over and took the remote from me and put it down on a side table.

            "Um, no thanks." I said with a scowl as I stood up and picked the remote back up.

            "Jinni. Please. You need to come with me." He sat down next to me and tried to sound convincing.

            I thought for a second, "First, tell me where. Then maybe I'll consider it." I said as I turned the life sized TV on.

            He suddenly pulled the remote from my hand rather roughly, turned the TV off and said "You'll see when we get there."

            I just stared at him. He was starting to scare me. I didn't know what to do but stare at him.

            "Oh, okay." I came out with when nothing else could come to my mind.

            "You can choose what clothes you would like in that closet over there next to the bathroom." He said with a little hint of regret in his tone. I don't think he meant to be so mean, but I'm stubborn, sometimes you need to take desperate measures.

            I walked over to the closet as he sat down waiting on the couch.

            Hanging up on hangers were clothes, and lots of other jackets, shirts, pants, jeans, and cloaks. I was grateful and relieved, thinking my clothes were probably a little smelly by now, but when I looked down, they weren't my clothes. They were different. That freaked me out.