Bluish light hit her face–hardly an assault of light,but definitely a wake-up call. She was in a place she didn’t wan to be. She’d allowed herself to be talked into this place.
Now she had to get out. She tried various doors. They were all locked. Finally she had to just break a window. Once outdoors, yellowish light hit her face. This hurt more than the bluish light. There was no other light. The outdoors was better than indoors and so she endured. Eventually she found peace. But it would not be until the light went from blue to pink to to a soft white before she would realize she was waking up in a park, at dawn.