The locked room (1)

During this Christmas I will upload a story in small chunks. This is the first one, worked today at class:

Where am I? I don't know. I'm in a beautiful room in an old house. There's a bed, an expensive chair and a beautiful table. I can't see anything form the window, only a green field. The sun is shining on the field. I can hear music, quiet music. It's Mozart.

Why am I here? I don't know. My head is hurting. I can't open the door, and I can't open the window. I'm wearing grey trousers and a grey shirt. I'm not wearing any shoes. I'm hungry and thirsty. There isn't any food or drink. There's a pen and some paper on the table. There isn't anything on the paper.