"Ah! By the way, Maya, did my parents ever visit me?" I asked while still scanning the room. Not looking at her.
"N-no, my lady. But we always report your condition to the duke."
"The... duke?" I looked at her.
"Yes, my lady," she said. "I would like to assist my lady now. If that's fine?" She said while holding a piece of cloth and a basin.
Ah, yes! I remembered. At this time, they should have already finished cleaning me. This is one of my daily routines after being in a coma.
And just like that, I was not able to ask her anymore about the "duke" part as the other maids have already entered the room after she called them in when I gave my permission.
After they cleaned me and changed my nightgown to a regular day dress, they then stepped out and I was left alone. The physician also came earlier to confirm my condition and instructed me not to move too much so I would not strain my body as I just woke up after sleeping for a long time. I was so confused because as a modern-day girl, having this kind of hospital is pretty weird. It's like I'm back in the days.
What kind of place did my parents bring me into? I even forgot to ask Maya if they have a phone here so I could call them myself. I'll ask them once they bring me food.
The morning passed and I was left here in shock. After they sent me food, I asked about a phone, but they do not even know what the heck I'm asking. I continued to ask them about computers, the internet, or a tablet so I could skype, but they grew even more confused. Looking at them, it was as if they were facing a crazy woman.
After I ate, I was again left alone. Based on what's happening, I already have the hunch that I might have transmigrated to a different world-- which was something that I totally hoped for since that was one of my delusional dreams. I'm quite excited, but at the same time afraid. Afraid because I don't know anything about this world. Come to think of it, the language that we are speaking here is foreign to me, however, I was able to understand and speak it with ease. This was the first thing that I noticed when I came conscious, but I was still in denial at that time so I just brushed it off. I told myself that not until I woke up, I wouldn't believe any of the signs.
Two hours had already passed, and here I am laying in bed, holding off my urge to look in the mirror. To look at the face of the person I took over. I might have really died due to sleeplessness and hunger. Such a shame way to die. I hope my family is doing better.
[Do not miss me too much.] In no time, they will be forgetting about me.
I'm sad because of what happened. But I am the kind of person who doesn't hold any great sentiments about the things that cannot be brought back anymore. I was raised like that. My parents were the ones who taught me that. And that's one contributing factor to why I believe that we should live and act based on what's offered by today. That helped me cope in facing my problems, including the heartaches from my past relationships. I was even called a cold person by my friends.
After some time of contemplating, I think I cannot stop myself now.
So I stood up. And walked slowly to the full-length mirror. There, I saw a person I didn't know.
A long wavy raven-black hair that shines as the light touches it. A small face, with beautifully set brows with ample thickness that frames the foxy yellow eyes with long curved lashes. Pointed nose, and bow-shaped lips. Beautiful jawline, sexy long neck and shoulder blades, an hourglass body, and a C cup boobs!
My real self doesn't even look half of this woman that I'm facing right now. She's tall and perfect!
"I look like a model!" I cannot believe it. "No! I am the goddess of beauty herself!" I exclaimed!
"Oh, deities from above, if this is me now, I don't wish to go back!"