A white tall figure laid on a bed her blond hair sprawling on the pillow. The room is the boudoir of the most beautiful and most elegant princess of Dur nation. It was of rectangular shape containing six flower-wreathed windows. Each window was draped with the thickest white brocade having no singular design, even the tapestries were in plain white.
The ceilings, walls and floors were painted in a pristinely white colour. The gorgeously decorated panel was very beautiful reeking of opulence. A magnificent marble mantelpiece and a beautiful sculpture painted in white laid alongside each other on a bedside table together with a lighted lamp also in white. Everything spoke of grandeur and wealth.
A young servant girl sat by her lady's side reading a folktale, but the story lost it's charm due to the state of the unconscious being lying peacefully on her bed. She laid it down, walked to one of the windows and unfastened it. The fragrance of white primrose breezed into the room refreshing and breaking up the dead calm of monotony and despair that seemed to have settled on her.
How beautiful it is, the beautiful estate and flowery garden of her lady. The clear air seemed freighted with perfume. The calm night with it's bright shining moon, it's power laden breeze, the roses and the lilies all made the estate the most beautiful place on earth. The only thing missing is the fairest face of the master of this provençal night.
Her tired eyes gazed over the calm and peaceful face of the one whose face was illuminated with the moonlight calming her troubled heart. "What can I give to make you conscious, my lady?". Said the servant. " I could die in your stead to make you return back to us__ die to let you live"
Die to let her live? There are people who doubt the immortality of the soul, yet in their deepest grief, in sorrow, in anguish and despair they turn to death as a means of solace. The idea eventhough it aroused and soothed her, it still scared her. What does it mean to be dead? .
She closed the window and returned back to the bedside to keep her lady company. Holding out her hand delicately and with the sense of fragility, she folded her blanket outward to allow her some ventilation.
Early morning.
The colourless face seemed to gain colour as the beam of sunlight slanted on it. A flush appeared on her cheeks making it look rosy. The oval shaped face delicate in contour and exquisite in colouring sparkled with a lovely sheen.
A soft fragrance filled her nose making her smile and look resplendent. The long lashes fluttered open revealing a dark starry eyes filled with brightness which fluttered shut because of violent exposure to light. Slowly, she opened it this time around squinting at her surrounding. Where am I?, the thought formed in her mind as her whole senses returned back to her.
A throbbing headache assaulted her eliciting a low painful cry from her. A sudden jolt besides her brought to attention a presence of another being around her.
"Water!", She said which in response, scurrying of feet to and fro answered her. A cold object which she assumed to be a cup was handed over to her by a hand that gently touched hers in the process. Gulping down the water with a fast pace, the cold liquid trickled down her throat cooling down her parched up throat.
"My lady, are you OK?... Are you finally awake now?... Do you feel pain anywhere?". A strange voice bombarded with her with numerous questions, all in quick succession. My lady? Who is that? Why is someone with me? Why is the voice distinctly familiar but unknown at the same time?
The killing headache lessened a little bit giving her a leash to open her eyes. She took in her surrounding and frowned. Am I dead? Why is the whole room in white? She queried herself.
She looked at the bright eyed young girl who looked back at her with an unexplainable expression. An expression mixed with something of happiness, deep respect, reverence and ...is that fear she sees?.
"Who are you?", She blurted out seeking an answer to the question tugging her. "Are you an angel?".
With a startled expression, the servant stammered her answer with a bit of hurt. Is this a joke of the century?
"I am Kia, your most loyal and personal servant". Kia? Why does that name ring a bell of familiarity? Oh Kia motors! No wonder it clicked in her memory.
Sophie observed her surroundings again and like lightning, it flashed to her__ The horrible accident she had, the mangled car that hasn't even stayed for one week and the final accident that sent her flying to the river. It seems she really died from the accident and is currently in heaven due to the pristine colouration of the environment.
"Miss angel... When do I receive my judgement?". The next second, she saw the dove-like eye of the girl widen in shock. Wait, what? Did I say the wrong thing?__ Aren't I supposed to receive my judgement since am dead?
The next moment, the girl was gone . Returning back, a physician briskly strode in behind her with someone she's well too familiar with. Someone she dreads being with right now and the one person she doesn't want seeing her in this embarrassing situation.
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