The Point to Vicissitude
"what the hell" was the first three words that came to my mind as I looked around the room, it was painted in velvet red, black silk curtains that was tied in a hour shape. the bright bulked chandelier that hanged from the center of the ceiling. I heard footstep as the door screeched open, a Caucasian woman, who looked like she was in her middle age appeared, she had freckles on her face with a mixture of brown and black long hair, grey eyes and red rosey lips. Her appearance seemed a bit frightened. A sudden thought came to mind as in " what am I doing here?" , "how did I get here?", "who can this woman be?" and "why am i dressed like this?" . The woman sat on the bed where I laid, she said "oh you are awake,did you sleep well?, she asked me those question as if she knew me personally. Do you know how you got here she said, I reluctantly replied with " no " .