Bonnie Steps into the blinding light of the whitest kitchen she has ever seen. Floor to ceiling windows scream that it is way later than she expected and she wondered how she managed to sleep so long, that is not a common occurrence for her at all. There are plants everywhere and the only other color in the room besides the blue sweatpants on the guy sitting at a white table. Bonnie hovers in the doorway and tries to smile but fails and thinks her grimace will have to surface. He points to the far corner where there is a hallway and says "the bathroom is that way" thanks she says has she practically runs across the room to the safety of the doorway. Shit! Shit! Shit! she says to herself, this might be the worst, yet she thinks as she opens the door to the bathroom. Another burst of White hits her in her in bleary eyes. Why so much brightness she wonders as she takes a look around. The mirror confirms what she already knows. Her hair is a disaster, and her face is blotchy and swollen. Turning on the cold water she thinks maybe there is a back door at the end of the hallway she could scoot out of. Rinsing her face and trying to tame her wild curls, she turns the water off and reaches for a white towel.