Opening my eyelids with difficulty, the first sensation that has invaded my is a headache, the sun penetrating through the colored window does not help to relieve my pain. I scrutinize laboriously the smallest details, locating myself in a medieval-style room of the Western nobility.
Disoriented, I whisper: « I do not know this place… », trying to stay calm, I continue to study my environment. This place seems to be a room richly decorated with tapestries and furniture seems required several men to lift them.
Continuing to observe my environment, my eyes are suddenly attracted by my own body dressed as the richness of this piece, however a detail could not escape me. I am not in the body of my memories, my hands now look much smaller and much more feminine.
Losing my semblance of calm, I continue the examination of this body, however, I arrive at a frightening conclusion "this body is not mine…", the body that I own is the body of a young woman and not that of my memories, but what memories?
Failing to put in order the few pieces of the puzzle that constitute my memory, the action accentuates my headache, I conclude that I have no tangible memory of my true body or the body in which I find myself. Holding my temples, I notice that instead of these, a feeling of unease and blur floods my mind.
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Wishing to learn more about my current condition, I take all of my courage and decide to explore this place.
After removing an impressive amount of sheets, I decide to sit, realizing during my gesture that my legs seem sore, I still managed with some clumsiness to put my feet on a carpet separating me from a floor made of red bricks.
My exploration momentum is interrupted as soon as I hear footsteps resounding on the other side of the only door in this room. My mind still very confused remains frozen not being able to make quick decision, nevertheless having no knowledge about the intentions of these people, I remain on my guard.
The footstep noise finally ceases, however, not having the time necessary to lower my growing nervousness, the door opened revealing two unknown people.
Trying to analyze despite my nervousness, the couple of unknowns are two maids of advanced age, if I refer to their poor clothes and the tray that seems to me to be silverware that one of she have difficulty holding.
Their joyful expressions as they entered the room, immediately froze when they saw myself sitting on the edge of the bed. The maid with nothing in her hands, whispers a few sentences to her sidekick that I cannot hear, then leaves in a hurry, the second maid approaches me while putting the tray on a nearby table.
With a joyful expression on her tired face, tells me « Miss Alice, happy that you are awake thanks to heaven, do not make do sudden movements, your Father will arrive in a moment, drinking water will help you feel better »