Ophelia slowly opened her eyes and saw a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm glow throughout the room.
Her lips slowly curled up as she admired the thousands of crystals hanging on the ceiling before deciding to sit up on the bed with her hair flowing down her back and being tangled in the strands of golden sunlight.
She roamed her eyes around the room and saw how magnificence and grandeur filled every corner. The room was silent, giving a serene atmosphere to the space.
Ophelia sighed as she rubbed her eyes before roaming her eyes around the room once again.
It was not a dream.... she thought as she lay down on the bed once again.
Ophelia has a dream about waking up from a dream where she was pretending to be someone else and tried her best to survive in the unfamiliar world, she had found herself in.
