The phone rings. It is 3 a.m. I jolt awake,
wiping my eyes and answering the phone, there is nothing at the other end, just
a heavy silence. I waited a few more seconds before the call ended. Finally
glancing around, I realize this is not my room, and it is not my bed either. Everything
is white and gold from the pristine white bed sheets to the gold bed frame. I
stare blankly for a second, my mind racing with possibilities, I get out of bed
and look out the floor-to-ceiling window to my left and it's pitch-black
outside. I turn on the bedside lamp and look around the room, which is the size of the whole
apartment combined. The walls are marble and have gold detailing I see my
reflection in the mirror and freeze. The person staring back at me is a
stranger. I should have short brown hair and be a bit chubby. I was a killer, but
the person staring back at me has waist-length, pristine white hair and red
eyes that look almost illuminous in the dim lighting of the room. I am in
another person's body. I am surprisingly calm about this situation. How did I
get here did I die in my original life have I been reincarnated this would be a
good muse for my next book. Well, I will go back to bed for now. I climb back
into bed and doze off to sleep.