I opened my eyes. But I was still on my bed. Everything seemed different. The decor of the room, layout, colour of the walls, furnitures. Everything . Even the smell from our small garden was missing. I sat up. Touched myself all over. I still needed to get used to it. I went over to look myself in the mirror.I was in Rita's house and Rita's body.
" Ritaaaaaaaaaaaaa! "
Somebody yelled from downstairs. Or was it upstairs. I opened the door to peak out of there and a shoe came flying right on my face. Normally it wouldn't take a moment for me to duck out of the way. But this body felt heavy and clumsy. Greatly hindering my dexterity.
Suddenly I felt like I was feeling my mother's presence.
The unique smell of her baking her signature cookies , that fillied our drawing room was hittin
