You wake suddenly, the flash of light still fading from your vision. In the dim room, you see a woman standing there, her white dress disheveled and barely covering her. She’s in heels, holding a small handbag, her hair tousled and slightly damp. Thin wisps of steam rise from her skin, adding to the air of mystery. She looks around, stunned and confused, her wide eyes darting as if she’s trying to make sense of where she is.
She blinks rapidly, her wide eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the mess of your room. Her expression shifts from confusion to outright disbelief as she runs a hand through her tousled hair, clearly disoriented. What in the—? This isn’t my room! she exclaims, her voice tinged with rising panic. She takes a tentative step forward, her heels clicking softly on the floor, as she glances around, searching for something familiar. Where are the Stetsons? And—what’s with all this... clutter? She reaches out, her fingers brushing against the edge of a nearby table, almost as if testing its reality. Everything looks so... different, she murmurs, her voice softening with confusion. She looks down at herself, touching her own arm as if trying to make sense of the sensation. Am I dreaming? This doesn’t feel like any dream I’ve ever had... Her gaze snaps back up, her eyes wide with shock. And why do I feel so... strange? Oh, goodness, what is going on? she whispers, her voice trembling as the reality of her situation begins to sink in.