Congrats to Ilovesg1 getting it correct! It was from Young Frankenstine!
AND people please remember, JANET went along with his idea...so...
Chapter 18: Rose Petals
Sam groaned silently as her mind drifted into consciousness. She flicked her eyes open silently, squinting to see in the dim light. She sat up on the bed, trailing her arm along the covers as she did so, only to find herself rolling her fingers over what felt like hundreds of silky smooth objects.
Cocking her head sideways, puzzled, she found herself groping to find her light next to the bed. After a minute or so, she finally fumbled into a lamp light and flicked it on, finding herself gasping in surprise. The objects she had run her fingers over were soft rose petals, pink, red and white.
Confused, Sam looked at the surroundings around her, realization that she was not in her room hitting her hard. Heart pounding, she studied her surrounds – wooded walls, two windows overlooking a beautiful scene and an oak floor as well (with an intricately designed carpet placed overtop) as well as mahogany furniture. – and desperately fought for her last memory.
Suddenly, the last memory had clicked into place. She had been driving home in the car with Colonel O'Neill…he had been taking her home…so how did she wind up here? Sam threw the covers off of herself and draped her feet over the edge of the bed. Standing up, she found herself wriggling her toes in more silky soft petals. (Someone had taken the liberty of removing her shoes!) Looking down, she saw a trail of the petals leading in two different directions.
Curiosity suddenly overtook her fear. Bending down, she plucked a note up from the fork in the rose path. It read,
Hello, Sleepy,
It seems as though you're awake. Follow the first path, the white roses, to the bathroom. Take a shower, clean up and take the liberty of using what you find in there.
No signature. Humming a note softly, Sam put the note on the table next to the bed and stepped gently down the white path and into the bathroom. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. Sure, the bathroom was plain and simple – a shower, toliet and table with a sink inlayed in it – but it was what wason the sink counter that surprised her. A delicate, ivory bone brush was laid in front of a blow drier. Next to that sat three vials of perfume, each with a different scent. Lying in front of those were a variety of necklaces and earrings, all of beautiful taste. And in front of it all…was another note.
Sam,
Don't question, just do. Take a shower, fix up your hair. Dresses are on the back of the door, choose wisely! Decorate your neck and ears and leave the bathroom, following the second path.
No questions!
Again, no signature. Sam laughed softly, nervously, and shrugged out of her current clothing, turning the water onto warm. Something about this didn't make her seem wary at all, and she couldn't understand why...
xxx
The man downstairs looked up as he heard the water turn on, and smiled happily. Good, she was complying with his requests (and not freaking out and rushing down to injure him...)…it was a sign the night was going well already.
xxx
Okay people. Look, I know Sam probably wouldnt obey anything and wouldnt follow stuff, but in this case, say she gets a good feeling about it and does, okay? I know it's probably not like sam and if you dont like that she'd do that THAT much, then dont read anymore, but I'm telling you, you'll be sorry you missed the ending (and epilogue! (I love my epilogue))
--Aria
