I slowly swam up through a fog of deep sleep stupor and finally managed to open my eyes.
I sat up and looked around my familiar room.
Staggering slightly, I managed to make my way over to the window and raised the blind.
Instead of the London mews I was expecting, I saw a quaint small village scene that could have been anywhere. What WAS this?
I splashed water on my face at the sink, put on my jacket and made for the door but before I got to it, it swung open with a click and a hum.
I stepped carefully outside just in time to see a jovial man on a strange bicycle ride by "Lovely day!" he called out, smiling.
I looked the other way down the street to see a woman sporting a multi coloured cape and walking a dog. "Good morning" she said smiling and made to walk by.
"Wait!" I said "Where am I? What is this place?"
She turned frowning and said "My man, questions are a burden to others; answers a prison for oneself"
Just then, I noticed the curious badge that must have been on my lapel the whole time - it showed a strange bicycle like the man had been riding with a number 6.
"I think you need to go up to the green dome" said the woman, pointing up the hill.
"Ask for number two"