She moved closer to the mirror in a flash, thereby knocking down some bottles that were on the dressing table.
Were her eyes playing a trick on her right now?
She blinked, running her fingers through her hair over and over again like a crazed woman, also checking her gown in the process.
When she opened her eyes again, her gown was the same blue color it was when she slept in it. Her hands slowly stilled, she sniffed in her fingers to realize that the dampness was caused by sweat.
Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit her and she had to lean against the top of the dressing chair for support. She blinked a couple of times again, chasing the fogginess in her mind away before looking back at the mirror.
It was all normal, everything was normal.
Well, that was crazy. A while ago, she had been seeing something completely different.
Maybe she just hadn't recovered from her dream yet.
There was a knock, making her look sharply away from the mirror and towards the door.
