I woke up today and I felt like writing
Jane felt something odd around her. It is the bed -she said-
What do you mean? -Her Mom asked- Jane then said: “It looks
like my bed, but something is different.” And you just happen to notice it
now? Because you have been sleeping on it since you were a little girl
-her mom told her- Perhaps is the mattress did you change it Mom?
Well perhaps I did. So did you or didn’t you Mom? Well I told your
brother to change it, I really don’t know from where he got it.
Mom!!! Honey is just a mattress, if it is different just deal with
it. I, on the other hand, I got so many things to do. Jane
then turned the mattress over to the other side and there it was,
the painting of a guy. After a few minutes of looking at the
painting, she started to feel a fragrance in the air. It was coming
from the painting, she felt some kind of attraction so she lie
on the bed and suddenly she was the painting and the guy was
looking at her.