Sarah's eyes snapped open. She looked around at unfamiliar surroundings before finding the source of the noise. It was on the nightstand next to the bed she was in. What had just happened?
She got up, and looked around the room. It wasn't the large bedroom she was used to. It was much more modest. Bed, desk, laptop. She had to get out of here. But, she was only wearing a large t-shirt..not even a nightgown.
She checked the closet and dresser. All the clothes looked about her size, but...weren't her usual choices. There were skirts, jeans, blouses, and t-shirts...but nothing designer. She checked the label...one size larger than she normally wore. So...not tight, but would fit her.
She found a pair of jeans and slipped them on. She found a pair of white sneakers as well. Okay, not something she'd tell anyone she had worn, but she needed to get home. Or wake up from whatever nightmare this was. She slipped down the stairs toward the front door.
"Sarah? Is that you?" Her mother's voice asked.
Sarah paused. "Mom?" She turned to follow it. "Where are..." she trailed off as Susan McMillan came into sight. This looked like her mother, but...
Susan McMillan had been a model, and was a socialite...essentially, a mature version of Sarah physically. But.her mother was dressed completely differently. Her hair was shorter, and she was wearing a simple blouse, a modest black skirt, and a pair of flats. "Where are you going? Did you have breakfast?"
Sarah gaped, and was unable to hide it. Even more so than her mother dressed so plainly was the fact that her mother asked her where she was going, and if she'd eaten. "What?"
"Breakfast..." Susan said slowly. "Did you eat? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Mom...where...are we?" Sarah asked.
She got an odd look. "The kitchen. Are you feeling okay? Seriously, Sarah, what's going on..I have to get to work...you know how my boss hates when I'm late."
No, she didn't, but...
