Nefretiri
Fuck!
I land hard on my ass, and I don't even have the time to deal with the pain before I hear voices in the hall. Someone's yelling, and other people are attempting to calm them down. Recognizing the first person, I quickly get up and scramble to a hiding spot, but the door opens with a bang, and I'm frozen. Now, I'm caught, and there's no way I can explain what I'm doing here. Let alone what the fuck I am.
Except, they don't even notice me.
Suddenly, I feel like an idiot. But, of course, they can't see me. I'm not here; this is just a reflection of another time. That sounds obvious, but I can only explain what it's like with a bottle of potent alcohol in my hand. It all feels real; your knowledge is the only reason you know it's not. It's like living out a scene from Harry Potter. Only it's not as cool.
This isn't someone's thoughts stored in a bottle.
