I was not in my room, but a room the size of an auditorium with three metal walls the color of brass and one wall of blue.

It was just me in that room. Me and the bed.

I threw aside the sheets, put bare feet to the cold metal floor. Standing, a white nightgown unfolded behind me, dragging over the floor.

I went to the wall of blue, pushed my fingers against it. It was entirely glass.

“It’s the Window Sea.”

The voice startled me and I whirled around, the nightgown catching at my calves.

The man standing there was little older than me. Maybe twenty or twenty-one. He was pale, not sickly like, but cold-like. His eyes were like that too, blue and cold in color, but not in character.

“Um…” My voice came out hoarse, shaky. I cleared my throat. “I’ve never heard of the Window Sea,” I said. “And where am I, exactly?”

“You died,” he said. “Don’t you remember?”