Sara felt the overwhelming heat creeping up her body. She looked around to find the source until her eyes caught sight of the fire pit at the far corner of the room. It did not look right, particularly the sight of the raging fire that began to grew as it feeds on the heavy curtains.
Her mind was screaming, trying to tell herself to run away, but her body lax. It wanted to chill and enjoy the scenery. It was as though the body did not belong to her, even when it looked exactly like her.
Suddenly she shifted from propping up on a bed to sitting rather comfortably on the jade-coloured one-seater sofa, of within distance with the fiery enemy, drinking a cup of Jasmine green tea like it was the perfect Sunday morning.
