Kanisa:
She awoke in a room filled with color and life. The ceiling had sparkles and diamonds seemingly intertwined with the ceilings blue tapestry. She was lying on a round bed, underneath pale yellow satin sheets and a black cotton comforter. As she sat up! She could see the surrounding walls had swirling hues of orange and red in some places, green and blue in others. Like she was inside a Van Gough painting. The room was completely open and very quite, she could see all the way down to the end of the hall, from where she sat. The door was ajar. She was in an expensive property of some kind of that she was certain. The dizziness she had felt when she first sat up was now disappearing. To her left there was a vanity area, to her right there was a bathroom, so that's where she went first. The bathroom was also very lavish. There was a huge Jacuzzi tub with a separate shower area. In between the jacuzzi and shower was a black marble counter with twin sinks. She used the toilet near the shower and then went to the counter and stared into the mirror above it. She had intentionally avoided it when she had first entered not knowing what to expect. When she looked in the mirror she was surprised that she did not recognize the reflection. The face in the mirror had long wavy brown hair, long black eye lashes and big light brown eyes. Her skin was golden brown. She had a peach silk pajama night gown on that fell and bent around her curvy figure. She felt as if she had never seen this face before. She was terrified. Her mind started racing, "What is my name? How did I get here? Did someone drug me or knock me unconscious?".... "Am I alone?" She poked her head outside of the bathroom door and yelled "Hello, is anyone here!" She waited and did not get any response. She looked around for a weapon. She looked under her bed and instinctively leaned her hand against the wall as she bent down. When she did the wall leaned inward and a panel above it popped out. The box shaped panel was laced with a protective pillow and inside of this pillow laid a key. "Hmmmm". She touched the panel and it closed back into the wall completely invisible. No lines to indicate a hidden panel was there at all. The weapon search continued... Underneath the bed was spotless. On the opposite side of the bed, she saw a paring knife in a plate on the end table. "Eurika" she whispered. She stepped down from the raised bed onto the soft, cream colored carpet and out the door.
To her immediate left she could see a door slid open to reveal a living room. There was a gigantic flat screen built into the wall. This wall was mahogany brown and there were three fireplaces along the bottom. But no one was in that room, so with her paring knife in hand, she cautiously walked further down the endlessly long corridor. Along the side walls there were many paintings and sculptures. The corridor had vaulted ceilings and at the top was a tree grown into the center. There was a hole present, but it was completely black. It was impossible to tell if it was because it was night time or if the hole was blocked from the other side. But she could sense a presence… or an energy? She quickly went back to the living room, grabbed a poker from the fireplace, placed it in her empty hand and advanced back down the corridor. This time, I noticed that one of the paintings resembled her reflection in the mirror. The painting showed her with her palms and face bent upward towards a light, with loose chains binding her hands and feet with a smile on her face. Now in her mind, either she was a prisoner here or this was a metaphoric self-portrait, and this was her house. She stared at it for awhile, feeling like it should hold some type of significance to her. But it did not, so she continued down the corridor. Soon she approached a dining room area. A chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling and the room expanded to the left and right again. Giving the property an I shape.
To the left was dining room and kitchen with a large see through window leading to a deck. To the right was a foyer area and an exit door. She now felt somewhat confident that she was alone. "Finally, some luck." On the seat of one of the dining chairs was a purse. She put the poker down and the paring knife on the table. She poured out the contents of the purse at once across the surface of the table. A wallet and a set of keys. "Yes!" She thought out loud. When she opened the wallet she was delighted to see that it was her picture on the identification card. Her name was Kanisa Covington and she was 24 years of age. "So that is my name, Kanisa Covington" "What happened to me?" "Why do I not remember anything?" Kanisa felt some relief knowing that this was her home and that it was okay for her to be there. She later found a walk in closet behind the vanity area full of clothing and shoes for every occasion. She took a shower, put on some jeans, and a fitted tee-shirt.
She had set her mind to knocking on her neighbor's doors and asking anyone if they recognized her. But decided to not proceed with that plan as she might come off as a crazed lunatic or someone might see this as an opportunity to take advantage of her. No, I will have to figure this out under the radar, if possible." "Only revealing the truth if necessary, as a last resort, she concluded her thoughts." Kanisa made something to eat and sat in the dining room. When she was almost finished Kanisa heard a loud wind and a noise coming from the outside deck. She looked towards the window, but she did not see anything. For further inspection, she went over to the glass French style doors, grabbed the two knobs and opened them. That's where she found a hawk perched upon the banister looking at her dead in the face. Unafraid, she approached. The hawk kept his eyes on her the entire time. When she got close enough to touch it, he cooed and flew into her house releasing a parched scroll as it passed by. Kanisa picked up the scroll and followed the hawk into the house, closing the doors behind her. She looked left, right, and did not see the hawk anywhere. But when she walked down the corridor she heard a coo. When she looked up she saw the hawk was sitting in the tree hole in the ceiling above her. "Okay, so this is my hawk?" she thought. "The hawk knew who I was, it belongs to me, it lives here." Kanisa realized aloud to herself as she walked into the living room. She sat on her black leather sofa and studied the scroll in her hand. Thick hard paper that was sealed with a waxed thumbprint. Every time she tried to break the seal she could not. She tried with a knife, with her hand, and still nothing. It was not until she placed her own right thumb on the waxed thumbprint that the seal crumbled open.