Dreamless Wake

Summary: Cammie falls asleep one night and in one morning everything has changed. How will she react to her new life? More Zammie in this story than in my other one.

Chapter 1: Morning Nightmare

"Goodnight," I called out into the dark hallway before I shut my door.

Tomorrow I will be back on a plane heading over for another year at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women leaving behind my grandparents, the ranch in Nebraska, and all the simpler things in life. Not that I'm not excited to go back to the academy. Don't get me wrong I'm thrilled. It's just I wish I could have a few more days of what I consider relaxation. Because, to be truthful, working on the ranch is a lot less demanding then learning back at the academy. This of course sounds strange when you word it like that.

I take a quick look around the room one last time, my eyes well adjusted to the darkness. When I'm satisfied that everything is where it should be and I have it burned into my memory I let my eyelids fall. Hearing the wind swaying the branches and the footsteps of the animals in the barn is what I fall asleep to. The last normal thing I hear.

Waking up, however, turns into a nightmare. I no longer hear the animals out in the barn, but instead hear the sounds of traffic. Looking around I no longer see the room I had burned into my memory the one I fell asleep in—but apparently not the one I'm waking up to.

This room is certainly not suited for a ranch, but for an apartment. Was I taken somehow during the night?

The sheets around me felt weird they were…too close. Lifting them up I realized why I wasn't wearing any clothes. God, oh God, what happened, how did this happened! I was supposed to be a good spy.

There was a loud honk that came outside echoing throughout the room. Still clinging the comforter tightly to my body I turn around. I see curtains over a window and quietly with shaky fingers I pull back the curtain. It wasn't what I expected to see because it was normal. A clear, clean window with no bars it was a simple, normal window. Looking out I see traffic, cars, cabs, people walking down the sidewalk as if everything is normal.

But how can this be normal when I don't remember coming here. Wherever here is? How can it be normal when nothing was how it was last night and I no longer have clothes on my body? I would suspect kidnapping, but taking me here, a public area that appears not to securely locked down, it wouldn't seem very bright. Although, the real reason I wouldn't want the kidnapping to be true is I would think, hope I would have woken up especially when my clothes were being taken off. Even if I was only able to fight back for a few seconds that would have been fine. Just…something, that wouldn't make me appear this utterly helpless little girl.

Scanning the streets to see if I can get any hint of where I could possibly be, or even why something catches my eyes. Something that caught the sun's rays. As I look down to my left hand to my ring finger I see an engagement ring. Plain and simple. And as much as I hate to admit it I lose all control I have, all I need to be a spy. I let my face reveal emotions mostly of complete surprise for eight seconds, eight long seconds, before I can put on an unemotional mask back up. But, hey, let's see you wake up one day with no clothes, no idea where you are, and an engagement ring on your finger you never agreed to and you try to stay calm even for a minute.

Carefully, checking the floor, checking the whole room, I take one step out of the bed keeping a cover tightly around me as I drag it off the bed. If I'm going to figure out what's happened I might as well start looking around and at the same time try to find a pair of clothes. Quietly I walk out of the unfamiliar bedroom, down the still unfamiliar hall, and stop right in front of a mirror. The unemotional mask has nothing left to do but fall.

I touch my face, just to make sure it's real that I'm not seeing things. Because while I can still see it's my face, my dad's green eyes, and my mom's nose it's still changed. I take a step back and examine myself and can only conclude that I have aged, drastically. I no longer look sixteen, but now look like I'm twenty. In my mind I can only hear How did this HAPPEN! How long have I been ASLEEP?

Shaking my head back and forth I figure I know what the only logical answer to this is. I haven't woken up yet. I'm still physically asleep in my grandparents' ranch. This is only a dream and nothing more. I mean…it can't be real. It can't be like the movie Thirteen Going On To Thirty because one I didn't wish for this and two it was a movie. This can't actually happen in real life.

Then the panic really set in when I heard the voice.

"Oh…you're up."

It has to be a dream!!!

A/N: Is it a dream? Is it real? You decide. Okay, now review, if you ever want do want to find out for sure who is the mystery voice and what really has happened to Cammie. Review and this time you'll receive a sneak peak of the next chapter…Wow have I really been updating and posting a lot this month, it feels like it.

Note: This will replace Back to Basics and I'll be deleting that story sometime next week. And would you rather me update The Journal That Revealed It All with a fairly short chapter or wait longer for a longer chapter?