"My little baby is still asleep."
That's definitely not my grandma's voice.
"Someone prepare the bath for me."
Something is definitely wrong.
The brightness in this room is different. It smells like the medieval clothes in grandma's basement.
Oh grandma.
She hasn't had her meal yet.
A sense of emergency surges through me.
I also have a test I'm yet to read for. I might get suspended today.
My period. It's today!
This is the end of my life.
"Oh grandma." With a soft thud, I roll off the bed.
But it feels odd.
Like the satin materials in grandma's basement. Smells so old.
Blink blink! But I can't.
I can't open my eyes.
I try to feel in between my legs for any wet patch. But my arms feel so heavy and bruised.
Oh I remember, I got hit by those damned bullies.
But I should be able to move at least.
I try to make a sound. But my mouth is so heavy. Like lead.
What's going on. I can't see, I can't feel, I can't talk.
I try to sniff the air around me. My nose should at least be working.
Aha, I knew it. My rabbit nose can never be faulty.
I take another sniff in the air.
This is weird.
Have I been kidnapped?
No, not possible. I'm not worth anything. I don't even have parents to pay any ransome.
I take another sniff in the air.
Asides from the feel of grandma's medieval clothings, the air smells like milk.
So I rule out the possibility of me being kidnapped.
Kidnappers don't feed milk.
Then where am I?
Thirty minutes later.
Noise from the top of my head wake me up.
I fell asleep?
I know I'm always sleepy on my period. But this?
The noise turn into muffled whispers until I can hear the voices clearly.
Blink blink!
And this time I can see.
I'm immediately met with a young face.
He then gasps. Like he is shocked before a deafening scream follows.
"My little sister is awake!"
Wait what?
Little sister?
I'm an only child.
This is so frustrating that I want to.
And I cry.
But.
"Wahhhhhhh." Shut up shut up. I try to scold whoever is producing the sound.
I hate babies.
"Wahhhhhh." That sound is so irritating.
"Shut the f*ck up." But the cries continue and my throat starts to hurt.
I feel myself levitating. Wait, the little boy from earlier if carrying me?!
"Wahhhh"
This is so annoying. Then I realize why.
I'm the baby who is crying.
I can't even talk yet.
I'm in the body of a little child and I have transmigrated to the medieval times.
The times in the books I love to read.
Everything dawns on me.
I am starting another life elsewhere. What about my grandma?