Chapter Six: Night-time
My body failing to tire, I turned in the alien single bed to face the window. The full moon shone a beam through the open panes, giving a chilling glow to the room. I then rolled onto my back to face the ceiling, and thought about the multiple turn of events I had encountered earlier that day.
I've changed my name to Victoria Belladonna. I've 'aged' three years. The deceased body of Flora Reinhold was bestowed on me. I'm now part of an investigation. Not mention I'm now in an alternate world, and somehow achieved to become Professor Layton's apprentice.
I tossed in the bed once more, to lie on my front. I propped myself up on my elbows, leaning my head on my hands.
This is sod's law, you know that? In a minute, you're going to wake up in your own bed, in the real world.
A look of content spread over my face.
Except I won't wake up. 'Cause this isn't a dream. Next time you wake up, you'll be here again.
I listened carefully, and heard the soft footsteps of the Professor creeping to his bedroom. He yawned lightly, then I heard the door of his bedroom close. I bit my lip, trying to conceal a smile.
The way he looked into my eyes earlier. Those dark eyes of kindess, sorrow, want. And his hands. Gentle and soft. Caring. I never realised until now how ravishingly handsome he was.
The smile faded, and my eyes became stern.
Smooth. A thing for the Professor. 'Cause that's not going to make the situation more weirder than it already is. . .
I blinked.
I only said he was handsome. It doesn't mean anything. . .
I blinked again.
Sure it doesn't. . .
I shook my head.
Great. Now I'm having an internal conflict. Just forget about the whole thing, yeah?
My eyelids were now beginning to grow heavy, so I turned in the bed one last time onto my side. As I began to fall into a slumber, one last thought came to my restless mind.
Am I ever going home?