E.LO.E

We find a young woman awakening in a bed. Even in the gloom of the darkened room, and the glaze of recent wakefulness, she is possessed of the sensation that she is in an unfamiliar place. She sits up abruptly, in a sudden panic, the room is... small, she thinks, as far as she can tell, it's too dark to tell specifically. There are shapes in the darkness, furniture probably; to her left, what she presumes to be a side-table, it's bare. There's a faint glint of light on part of the wall, very faint, she almost didn't notice it. Across from from her there is a light switch, she can tell because it's illuminated by a small light just above the switch.
She is very concerned with her present situation. "Where am I" She thinks. She curls up into a ball, as she comes the concerning theory that she may have been kidnapped. But why? She's no-one important. No-one special. She isn't even terribly pretty, she thinks. It is absolutely beyond the realm of her own comprehension why she is here.