The sun filtered through the white curtains of my bedroom window, that was my sign that it was time to get up. I opened my eyes, and instantly, I was confused. This was not my room. The walls were painted a light shade of pink, I was laying in a small white bed, and a large black, well I'm not sure what it was, it looked almost like a painting, but it hung on the wall before me. And, most importantly, there was no Marius beside me. This had to be a dream, I lay down and closed my eyes then opened them again, no luck. I was still alone in this strange room. I also tried the age old trick of pinching myself.
"Ouch!" I had done it harder then desired, as I didn't expect to feel anything. Panic began to set in as I realized this was no dream, tears began to rain down my fair cheeks. But I knew sitting here crying was going to help anything, I had to go investigate.
As I walked into the kitchen, I felt some relief in seeing my father, this was crazy, my father was dead, how was he here? Had I died, was this heaven? It couldn't be.
"Good morning Cosette," he smiled one of his warm smiles.
"Papa," I spoke in a clearly confused tone. "What am I doing here, why are you here, where's Marius? Am I dead Papa?"
He tilted his head to the side, "Well first of all, you're not dead, why would you be? Second, we live here, and who is Marius?"
"Papa, Marius, my husband, we got married a few months ago…" I prayed he'd somehow know, he had too, he knew Marius.
"Cosette, I think you need some food, you don't sound right, come here eat some breakfast, then we have to go, you're going to be late for your first day of school." He ushered me into a chair and I grabbed a piece of bread from the plate in front of me, but he swiftly grabbed it from my hand.
"What are you doing?" I said reaching for the bread he had taken from me.
"I'm getting you your breakfast, you can't eat bread you're allergic honey," he said setting a plate of eggs before me.
"Allergic, what is that?" I had always ate bread at home with no problem, this was so strange.
"You get sick if you eat gluten, you know this Cosette, what is going on with you. You're acting so strange this morning," I'm acting strange? More like you are, what is going on?
"I'm just a bit tired, that's all," I said as I began to eat.
He nodded, "Well once you finish go get ready, we've got to get going so we're not late." Papa head up the stairs leaving me in the kitchen.
This was strange, very strange, I had no clue what was going on, but I intended to find out.