A breeze of chilling air woke her up. Through her newly woken daze she tried to locate herself. She found herself surrounded by high, bright strands of grass; waving back and forth in slow motion. The meadow seemed to reach towards the horizon on every side of her. She slowly got up and put a hand to her pulsating forehead, she had never before experienced an ache this intense. Confusedly she tried to remember what had happened prior, but she couldn’t seem to grasp the faded memories floating just beyond her reach. She started to walk towards a haphazardly chosen direction in hope of getting back to her step-mothers cotton-cabin that slowly made itself visible in her mind. After a few short minutes of walking she reached a big mansion; white flakes of aged paint covered the ground beneath the patchy mansion walls, on which long branches of dried out ivy desperately stretched across. Her heart beat hard against her chest as she debated whether or not she should seek help from whoever might live inside. She took a look around; it seemed like she, the building and the grass was the only existing things for miles. Her survival instincts took over and she stepped forward towards the great wooden door. She reached for the gilded door knocker and beat it hard against the door; it made a sound and then slowly opened. No one was to be seen as she peeked inside but a sense of curiosity swept over her and she stepped inside.
The marbled floors were covered with a thick layer of dust and the air felt heavy in her lungs as she took a deep breath.
“Hello…” She said shyly and she didn’t receive an answer.