Chapter 20:
Thud.
"Ouch," I mumble. I look around the darkness, trying to decipher my surroundings. I reach out, hitting something solid. I grab it, feeling it's shape. It's a table; a bedside table.
My memory comes back to me: getting in the bed the night before and having a radical dream. I reach for my witchlight, but instead find a lamp. I flip it on, and the room is filled with a faint light. I see a bed with a black bed sheet, blue walls, and a mirror on the far wall. I stand up, and walk over to the mirror. The girl I see before is not me. I've shrunk a few inches, barely hitting five four. My legs lose some muscle tone, slimming down; my arms and midsection are doing the same. My light brown hair turns more blonde, my feature getting less defined. Where my cheekbones had stood out and my eyebrows arched perfectly, chubby cheeks and pinched eyebrows now protruded. I was not myself, yet it was familiar. I pinched my eyes shut, trying to remember this face. Then it came to me.
It's me. I am not Jessica Herondale. I am Jessica Harris, a normal person who loves to read fiction. My current read is The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices. The City of Lost Souls is currently on my pillow, which is where it was when I fell asleep last night reading it.
That explains my dream: the house, London, the bridge, Jem and Tessa, Jace, and Johnathon- no, Sebastian. Our adventures, our kisses, that night with him... all of it was a dream. A silly, silly dream; a dream I was I could return to and live in forever. I am Alice, trying to return to Wonderland. But I cannot.
So I get up, pick up my book, and read until my tears are dried up and it's time for school. Then I go, get ready, and try to get through another day.
The End
