In a room without wall stands a full-size mirror amongst the foggy background. In front of this mirror stands Elizebeth staring at her reflection. She shows no interest in consideration of acting more a doll than a girl. Gradually the fog that surrounds the mirror recedes into nothingness. As if the fogs disappearance had signaled it, the girl suddenly realized something as though waking from a dream.

“Where am I?” The stiffness is broken by the movement of the girl.

“You are dreaming” The reflection speaks “Soon you will wake from your dream; I hope you are ready for what you are about to wake up too.”

The mirror moves aside to reveal a wooden door. On the door says the name Elizebeth Ronan in flowery letters. The door begins to open slowly showing a blinding light on the other side. Elizebeth feels that she is being pulled towards the door. The more the door opens the stronger the pull. Searching for a way to prevent herself from being drawn in, she found nothing but a smooth floor and a horizonless expanse. Her feet began to slide towards the door as the pull gets increasingly stronger almost like the wind of a storm. She soon finds that fighting is futile and instead steps through the door into utter whiteness.

The rays of the sun from the window shine on my face. Becoming ever more annoying by the passage of time. Finally, I open my eyes, sitting up in bed so I can see where I have woken up. The room is a relatively large room with a canopy bed sitting directly across from the wooden door with a walk-in closet on one side and what seems to be a desk and large wooden dresser. Windows flank the bed allowing for rays to penetrate from the window on the right. On the nightstand that sits next to the bed sits a holographic alarm clock. On the front reads: 9:00 am.

I proceed to stand up out of bed and begin to stretch. Though I find it odd that none of my muscles need to be extended. It’s as though my body doesn’t become in my sleep. That’s a little strange but, not the weirdest thing I’ve ever experienced. Looking down I see that I am currently dressed in a tight-fitting grey tracksuit with black hexagons down the side of the legs and arms.

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Looking into the closet, I only find the same tracksuit lining the wall. With the same shoes in the rack on the floor. Though in the back several cases have clothes in them. On has a black nanosuit. I don’t understand why I have that in my closet. Though I do remember so of dad’s friends wears such suits when coming into his office. In the next case lay to a pistol and two sheathed swords. In the final fact, a mannequin has an extravagant dress draped over it. A navy blue dress with a white flower placed on the left breast. Returning from the closet, I went to check the dresser. Opening the drawers revealed everyday undergarments.

Closing it, I search the desk to find nothing, not even dust. The only option I can take is out the door. Taking a deep breath, I rotate the door noob and then to pull it open. On the front of the door is the same sign that I saw in my dream. Beyond the door is a hallway with white wallpaper. Stretching in either direction, to the right is another door then to the end of the hall with a more massive door set there. To the left are several entries before the end of the hallway with another more enormous door. In the middle, another hall split off. I take the hallway and see where it goes. Moving down the hallway after closing the door behind me I proceeded to the entrance finding it leads to a grand staircase which seems to be the foyer.

Across the way is another hallway leading to another t junction. In the center of the grand staircase hung a large portrait of a man with wife and child standing next to him. The man, in particular, looked somewhat familiar but I couldn’t put a name to it. The rest of the foyer was well-maintained. A chandelier hung from the ceiling made of crystals that revolved around a central globe. A carpet stretched from the top of the stairs to the front door. A small robot was patrolling the foyer searching for any speck of dirt that had entered its domain.

“Lady Elizebeth are you lost?”

Startled she turns to see an elderly butler coming from whence she came.

“Slightly, where am I to be exact?”

The face of the butler seemed to go from whimsy to concern. He looked her up and down noticing the differences in body language. Considering his option her turned around and hurried in the other direction leaving her to herself.