The window pane is thin and looks like it is wedged tightly closed.
But it might be possible to 🫳 force it open. Outside the window you see a too quiet street and a bright blue sky is untarnished from clouds. It looks like the building you are in has a two floors and you are on the upper one. The street below is cobblestone and in good repair. It looks like this street adjoins with a busier one two buildings down. Along that road you see several people passing heads down and shoulders hunched.
The room.
The bed you vacated looks
You grab the lip of the window.
You feel like you could force the window open, though it would probably creak
You get out of the bed with a suppressed groan...
You are feeling far more exhausted and banged up than you are used to. Your stiff muscles making your movements ungraceful as you 🔎 gaze out the window.
You awaken
On a strange bed in a strange room. The harsh mid-day sun coming in from the 🔎 window on your left does nothing but make your headache more pronounced. This bed is not the only bed in the room. There are three more arranged next to you with 🔎 sheets neatly tucked in and unoccupied and opposite each is a 🔎 small chest of drawers.
The room itself has well worn wooden floors and cream walls that have scuff marks, like the furniture has recently been rearranged. 🔎 The door to your right, beyond the beds, is shut and there is a distant smell of a food and the sound of muffled conversations coming from below you. You also smell something minty. Ah yes, next to you on a 🫳 small wooden stool is a steaming 🫳 cup of tea.
Contemplating your situation you realize you can't quite recall anything that has happened recently and just lying in this bed isn't going to fix that. 🎬 Or is it?
Jumping around eh?
The mist does not take kindly to such trickery.