The woman awoke a second time to find herself alone in the room. It was darker than before and therefore much less painful to behold. The woman lay still a while but thirst drove her to reach a cautious hand out to the cup. Drawing it towards her, she brought it to her lips but spilled most across the white bed sheets.
Still thirsty, the woman tried to sit up and found that it was easier than she had anticipated. She took hold of the jug, poured herself a drink and sipped the water slowly as she observed the room. It was small and relatively empty but there was the bed, the bedside table, two large chests and a mirror; hanging on the wall. All decorated in a pleasant lavender. She placed the cup back down and moved the blankets aside so she could climb out of the bed. Her head throbbed painfully as she crossed the room to the mirror.
"Older than I expected," the woman murmured as she stared at the reflection, tracing the lines of the unfamiliar face with her dark, chocolate eyes, trying to conceal the panic she felt inside. The woman lifted a hand to brush away a few tendrils of black hair, flinching as she did so, to reveal a large, dark bruise. She allowed the hair to fall back. She glanced down and placed an olive hand on her stomach.
"Barely a bulge. Maybe I'm just a little fat," she reasoned.
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