I was lying down on my bed when my eyes closed, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. But it didn’t last long. My eyes fluttered open, a sudden throbbing headache making me wince. I groaned, holding my head.
"Didn’t even sleep for long," I muttered, standing up from the bed. Something felt off. The bed, normally soft but warm, now felt oddly comfortable and cool, almost unnaturally so. I rubbed my eyes, still groggy, yawning as I shuffled around the room.
I walked past the mirror, not really paying attention at first. But then something caught my eye, and I stopped in my tracks. Slowly, I turned back to face my reflection.
I was wearing a pink, silky night dress that hugged my figure in a way that felt unfamiliar, almost foreign. The soft fabric shimmered in the dim light, glowing faintly.
