Kimberly woke up feeling energized. The plush bed and peaceful environment gave her the best sleep she'd had in years. She stretched her arms and sat up on the bed, her gaze fixed on the elegant room around her.
"Wow, I feel so strong!" Kimberly muttered to herself, a small smile playing on her lips. "I guess this is what it feels like to sleep like royalty. Maybe I could get used to this."
As she swung her legs off the bed, her eyes fell on the mirror. She paused, staring into her reflection as though waiting for something. It was in this mirror that she'd first seen visions of herself—two versions of her future. One was of despair and bondage, and the other was of power and freedom.
Kimberly stood and approached the mirror, her fingers brushing the cool glass. "Are you going to show me something again today?" she whispered.
