I woke up in a swinging hammock that wasn't my own. At least, not the one on the Sally Lass. But something about the hammock...seemed similar. Like I had slept in it before, and on more than one occasion. The whole thing had a "safe-place" vibe to it.
Vibe?
Now I sounded like Jessica.
Almost against my will, I swung myself out of the hammock—and almost had a heart attack.
Despite the fact I had definitely moved my legs to get out, I saw a somewhat transparent version of my legs still in the hammock. I looked to my right as I felt myself stand up—but also stay laying in the hammock.
I saw my own body as Jessica had described me—fit for dresses and jewels but instead clothed in leather and cotton cloth—laying in the hammock, somewhat transparent, but a girl that was definitely me but dressed in dresses and jewels with her (my?) hair in elaborate styles and her (my?) skin golden but not burned by the sun.
Another thing that keyed me into the fact that she was me was the fact I seemed to have two mindsets now—the one I was used to from the present and the Sally Lass, and the one that seemed to be younger and less sure of herself (myself).
With much concentration, I swung myself out of the hammock after the girl in the dress, which wasn't puffy but rather very cut to her body, strange for what I was used to.
I successfully snatched onto the memory and filed it away in my brain to talk to Jonathan about later...when I woke up from whatever this was.
My eyes caught onto an open journal on a desk pushed up against the wall opposite the hammock as I walked after the girl, and I bent over it, searching. The writing was my own, surely, and I knew where I always put the date when I wrote, so...
Just a moment. A single moment was all it took for me to realize who I was, or at least a small portion of who I was.
I was from the 1700s.