Chapter Eighteen

Lisa PoV

Good morning sleepyhead, Mom’s voice as always was soft and soothing, you had so much fun last night you slept past your bedtime.

“Mom?”

My eyes flew open when I heard her voice. There she was, sitting right in front of me with a wide smile on her face. She was dressed in a red, flowing gown. I recognized the dress. It was her favorite, and she wore it on special occasions. It was the same gown she wore on the day…

“What’s going on?’ I mumbled.

My head was pounding really hard as I tried to make sense of what was going on. I looked around and found out that I was in my room, just as I remembered it. The music box, my favorite toy, was playing my favorite tune while the ballerina on top of it danced slowly. The ballerina looked exactly like me. Dad designed it like that. He was a master craftsman after all. Despite the happiness that surged within me for being surrounded by familiar things, I felt something was wrong. I was not supposed to be here.

“What are you doing here?” I