I decide to snoop around a bit. I get up off of the couch and go into the kitchen, it's practically a part of the living room. I look through the drawers and pick up a knife (there shouldn't be a need to say why). I look inside of the refrigerator, it might as well be empty.
Carefully planning my next move, I stealthily tiptoe through the hall. I open a door to the left, the bathroom. There are only two more doors. I place my hands on the knob and slowly turn, at this point I can't stop myself from pushing the door open and being afraid at the same time. The thing about opening doors is that unless you've been there before, you don't know what's on the other side until you open it.
On the other side is a bedroom. I'm assuming it's a guy. The room is pretty plain and there's men's clothing on the floor.
I stand still feeling stupid. I think about the fact that I didn't leave as soon as I woke up. I turn around and stumble out of the room. Grabbing my bag and coat, I run out of the door and back to where I began. Alone on a bench.