It's time for a swap! (roomsswap) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-08 08:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, plot: swap |
plot swap: reveal
Who: Sam A
What: Swap Plot: reveal
It wasn't her bed that she woke in, but the unfamiliarity of the room (hotel room, it seemed, judging by the generic paintings and scratchy bed linens), didn't really alarm her at all. Nor did the fact that she had died. Perhaps that was something that she should have been alarmed over, because the memory of whatever it was that she had been stabbed with was certainly still there, but somehow, it just didn't bother her. She was alive and well now, after all, so why focus on something like that which didn't remain?
No, she was surprisingly good, and maybe that came with the good way her body had been treated while she was off gallivanting around in that wasted shell with the stringy blond hair. She was back in her own body, conservative clothes from the 1700s and all, and she didn't have much to complain about. The sex, after all, had been absolutely fantastic until he skewered her, though it wasn't quite as good as her 'husband', but she didn't really think many people could compare to him.
Not even that faded memory of a man she had once loved.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and took only a cursory glance in the mirror before she went to the bathroom to attend to the sort of things a lady did in there. It didn't take that long as she didn't have a change of clothing to slip on into, but the hotel seemed nice enough to make sure her wallet had woken up with her. She'd go back home, back to Louisiana to her husband, but there was something she needed to do, first.