I woke up the next morning thinking that the day before was all just a dream and I when open my eyes I would be back in my cozy apartment snuggled under my mound of blankets. When I opened my eyes was met with the dark purple canopy that covered my bed. Welp guess it wasn't a dream then I thought to myself letting out a sigh before I dragged myself out of bed and checked the time 7:28. I then proceeded to take a long shower,get dressed in my favorite peach coloured sun dress and slipping on a pair of matching converse. I checked the time and saw that if i didn't leave soon i'd be late for breakfast so i grabbed the schedule and ran down to the dining room. The dining room was the only room I really remembered from when i was young along with my bedroom but i'd rather not return to that room after the incident. I shivered at the thought of that day and put it to the back of my head then walked into the large dining room panting. There at the end of the long table sat a silver platter with a bowl of mixed fruit and a glass of orange juice. I sat down,took my fork and stabbed one of the plump berries and stuck it into my mouth savoring the sweet but tart flavor of the berry. After eating the rest of the fruit and drinking the orange juice a maid picked up my thing then carried them off into the kitchen before I could even tell her i could take my own stuff in.I sighed and glanced at my schedule dreading the 3 hour dress measuring/fitting session I had to get to in 15 minutes.
