Naomi

Naomi

A Chapter by Luna Valentine
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Chapter 3 of idabell

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Instead of being suck through some blackness i instantly appear in a rustic room. The floor is covered in carpets and the walls with news-paper cutouts. I look at the many articles. All of them seem real to me. So if this is the afterlife, then how is there actual newspaper articles. I rip one off the wall from a week ago. I eventually grow tired of questioning my existence and begin to survey the room.  Many jars of incense have been placed around the room. Although only one burns emitting a cinnamon-like scent. Suddenly I feel a wave of tiredness sweep over me. I sit down on a large stiff cushion, and lye my head on a low-lying table.

When I awake there is a woman sitting across the table. She wears some type of belly dancing outfit.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I sit up suddenly realizing how stupid it was not to realize this was still someones house.
“No please.” I sit back down smiling weakly.
“I have food If you're hungry.” She smiles.
“Oh, yes please.” My stomach suddenly rumbles with a wave of hunger.
She comes back with a tray of delicious foods.

Steamed dumplings, tender red meat, a bowl of steaming rice casting out the smell of spices, and a small squat teapot containing a pale red liquid. I immediately start to devour the scrumptious food. But no matter how much I eat, the food always stays the same.
“Thirsty?” She pours the liquid into a thin china teacup. She must have noticed me hesitate because she laughs. “Don’t worry I’m not trying to poison you. It’s from the rarest of the Cherry drop mountains flowers. Each extracted carefully with a shot of pomegranate, and boiled with the purest of water” I take a sip. The warm liquid flows down my throat washing away all my worries as I drink more of the delicious beverage.
“Much better isn’t it.”  I nod my head.
“Do you..remember us?” I withdraw the cup from my lips.
“Umm...no.”
“I thought so.” SHe frowns fingering the dark red wood table.
“Why?”
“You were the queen here. But then you went into a coma and dreamed for 5 years you finally woke up.” She smiles weakly.
“What? No you must have the wrong person.” I stand up ready to leave.
“No we’ve been surveying you while you were in the coma. We know It’s the right girl.”
“No, but I got hit by a car and I had memories and a family..”
“Only a dream. I have no idea what a car is dear.” I slump back down, confused whether she was telling the truth. Was I in a coma? Is this real life?
“I know that this may come as a shock to you, but the people are waiting outside.”
“I don’t want to be queen. I don’t even know what this country is called.”
“Don’t worry the people will understand.” She places a hand on my shoulder and smiles. “Your clothes are ready.”

She points to a beautiful robe hanging on the wall.
“Umm...can i get dressed in private?” The maids are hurrying towards me with the robe.
“Oh.” She laughs, “You can wear your clothes underneath of course.” The women slip the robe on me tightening strings and smoothing creases.
“Here.” The woman places photograph of me as a young girl. THe most recent ones I look like I’m sleeping. “I can’t believe I forgot to tell you the basics.”
“Thats okay.” I flip through the pictures.
“My name is Naomi. And of course your name is Idabell.”
“I know that.” I mumble.
“Alright time to meet the people!” She assists me to my feet and guides me towards the door.
Just as she wraps her hand on the copper door knob I speak up.
“How can I trust you.”
“Trust me? You don’t believe me?”
“I’m just not sure.” I probably shouldn’t have asked. I finger with the robe.
“Why would I lie to you?”  And with that she opens the door.


© 2013 Luna Valentine


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