The sound of crackling and popping in the room break me from my deep slumber. My heavy eyelids flutter several times before I force them to stay open. The place is dark. There are no lights on, or sun or moon, only a black marble fireplace with a blazing fire and iron made cover with the letter 'A' engraved in the center.
Where am I?
In and out, I fade, from still feeling weak. My eyes focus on the magnetizing flames rising up and down. I look around the room at the four dark painted grey walls and the thick matching curtains covering the balcony doors. Behind, the California king-sized bed is a painting of the Archangel Michael standing on a hilltop with a sword and shield staring across the vast lands. In each corner of the room are a modern black marbled dresser, a chest of drawers, a
