In the morning...
Zola stretched herself fully. It was the most comfortable sleep she had in a long while.
She felt completely rejuvenated as if even the air had become fresher.
Zola went to the restroom. She was about to turn on the tap when she saw herself in the mirror.
Zola was clearly stunned. She rubbed her eyes and looked into the mirror again.
She stared blankly at both the familiar and strange face in the mirror.
Who's the person in the mirror?
Me?
No, the person was too young. She was at most in her thirties.
Zola pinched her own cheek. The person in the mirror did the same action.
Am I dreaming?
But then why would it hurt?
Zola splashed some water onto her face.
She lifted her head again... It was still the same young face.
"Ah..."
Still in her pajamas, Zola charged out of her room.
She saw Rasfa having breakfast in the living room. "Dad..."
