Amantine woke up,slowly gaining consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy and numb.

As her mind cleared , she realized her surroundings weren't familiar at all.

Dark wooden furniture, an old pendulum clock that moved lazily at the opposite side of the bed, a bit further from the bed there was a chaise-longue and a nice table with on top a golden flower vase. Several enormous paintings covered the walls entierly, making it look as if it was a renaissance art museum. The bed was beautifully embellished with carved angels and cornucopias and the sheets were of a very fine quality, softly embracing her body.

That luxury sure wasn't familiar to her.

For a moment she felt lost.

The last memory she had was going to sleep as usual,after calling her parents.

Nothing was out of the ordinary.

If she had any health problems, or had gone into coma, that place made even less sense to her. She should have been in an hospital, with all sorts of machines attached to check her up.

She slightly opened the heavy wooden door. 

Two guards were standing with their back towards the door;one of them was smoking a cigar, while the other was looking at some small notes.

"Excuse me, can you please tell me where I am?I'm not quite sure I..."

She startled so much at her own voice that she didn't have the time to notice the over reaction of the guards. Her hand instinctively reached her throat.

Her voice was somewhat deeper, but it didn't feel like a morning voice at all. 

When her eyes focused again in front of her. There was only one of the guards still standing. She could feel the steps of the other guard running through the corridor.

The one that had stayed there with her was kneeling , head low in sign of respect, and tried saying something, but it was gibberish to her.

"I can't understand you... What language are you speaking?"

He swiftly looked at her in the eyes, with a surpised look on his face. He started speaking again, but she still couldn't comprehend him.

She panicked. 

Amantine walked out of the room,shaking nervously. The guard tried to stop her by grabbing her arm but she pushed his hand away.

It didn't work at all, because the guard insisted on stopping her. He put a hand on her shoulder making her look at him. Her breath was still irregular and agitated. 

He and started talking with a decisive but in a comforting manner. She didn't understand yet those unfamiliar words unmasked the man's intention. 

She remembered that humans could comunicate in different ways other than simple words. It looked like he had no ill intentions.He suggested her to go inside, pointing his finger towards the room.

"тижабе?" he repeated a couple of times.

That incomplete comunication had succesfully calmed her a bit. 

She knew that the other guard had gone to call someone. So she had to wait to know more about her situation. The room she was in didn't look like she was being treated bad afterall. 

She opened the windows to catch some fresh air. 

To her surprise a warm wind entered the room, bringing the most delighful scent of fresh roses.

Amantine looked at the sky for a breif moment. 

It was late afternoon, and the sun had left only a violent red tint on the clowds.

It was then when a little shining object suddenly caught her attention from the corner of the room. There was a mirror that she hadn't noticed before.

She reached it, trying to comfort herself with her own image. As soon as she saw her own reflection she flinched a little.

Then, in deep terror, she reached for her face. Nothing was at the right place.

She knew herself and she wasn't that same person she was looking at. 

She was touching and inspecting every inch of herself, yet she couldn't find Amantine.

She lowered her eyes.

Her anxiety didnìt allow her to remember other features of herselt. Her braind couldnìt think of nothing else than to found her image, her body intact.

When she looked at herself again however, hothing had changed, no matter how much she desired it. She was in someone else's body.

Then several screams, mixed with tears filled her lungs and the room, because she knew she wasn't dreaming.