A short sample of a possible beginning to a mystery/romance story.
My first sense was of sound. I heard garbled voices, the pitter-patter of feet on concrete, cars zooming by, a police siren asserting civil order, I heard the sounds of a city. Then touch, I was lying on a soft bed, it wasn't my own. My sense of smell informed me that the air was infused with the smell of flowers, fresh, and a tantalizing perfume. This place didn't belong to any one of my friends. Lastly my eyesight returned. I opened my eyes only to confirm what my other senses had told me. I had no idea where I was and I was all alone.
A spacious, artfully decorated room glared back at me, something right out of an interior design magazine. I got out bed looking for an explanation. I managed a quick glance out the window just as the doorknob turned.
"Oh good you're awake", an unknown male told me.