My bed feels so weird, I thought when I woke up. I had such a weird dream last night. I slowly blinked my eyes open and saw,- woah. I was in a medium sized dark oak room, which had a painting of... the same exact room. Where am I?
Someone knocked at the door. "Come in!" I said in a softish- loudish voice. "Hello, how are you?" Said a... Maid? "Uhmm, well I am fine, thank you, but where am I?" "Why, your in the royal family's palace!" "So I'm in England?" "Excuse me, but, what is this 'England' place you speak of?" Was that dream real? "Breakfast is ready if your hungry." The maid said and left. I noticed that I was still wearing my sweater and jeans, which were covered in dirt, and the slightest bit of blood. I decided that I wasn't here to impress anyone, so it doesn't matter. I Walked out of the room and went straight down the hallway, and took a few turns. Where am I? Oh no, I am lost in a big house, and I can't get from point A to point B, or even point middle A to point A. "Hello?" I heard, which made me jump up and make a tiny little scream. "Oh, sorry." He said. This guy looked nothing like the guy from last night, but wow. He looked like Prince Charming got tired of being a fairy tail, and joined "reality". Next to him, I looked like dirt. Actually, I looked like dirt next to actual dirt right now. "If your looking for the dining hall, follow me." I followed him, and with in five minutes we were in the dining hall. He looked over at me, and I noticed something about him. Did I now him? Have I stalked his Instagram? Is he one of my weird cousins that asked for money at Thanksgiving? Stupidly, I said, "Do I know you?" He laughed and didn't answer. But,- I know that laugh. I have heard that laugh in the past 24 hours. Is it possible- no, it couldn't be.
