Della Decanay
Della strode over to her family, and plopped down in the chair by the fireplace, the same one she had been sitting in since she was six. She talked and laughed with her family for a few hours, truly enjoying the company. After eating an entire bag of marshmallows, Della excused herself and went to bed, falling into her giant mattress without bothering to change into her pajamas.
Della awoke what seemed like a few minutes later, but she knew it had been at least eight hours. She stretched out, and suddenly stopped. She put her hands on the bed, and pushed down. She couldn't feel the ground, like she could in her bed. She slowly got up, and turned around, preparing to fight with whatever she could get her hands on. She turned around to find something, and looked down to see that she definitely wasn't wearing her clothes. She was wearing a giant sweater, and polka-dot printed shorts. Even more frightened, she climbed out of bed and crept around a corner. Not seeing anybody, she relaxed against a counter, breathing heavily. Suddenly, memories of another life, another her, came rushing into her mind. She stayed in a shocked position for what seemed like hours. Once her mental refresh was finished, she went over to what she now knew was her closet, and grabbed a random dress and some shoes. She stopped in front of the floor-length mirror to look at her outfit, and then rushed into the hallway, convincing herself that she wasn't alone. She couldn't be alone. That would mean that she had to navigate this city all alone. I have to get back. I need to find somebody to get me back, Della thought, desperation slowly taking over.
Della strode over to her family, and plopped down in the chair by the fireplace, the same one she had been sitting in since she was six. She talked and laughed with her family for a few hours, truly enjoying the company. After eating an entire bag of marshmallows, Della excused herself and went to bed, falling into her giant mattress without bothering to change into her pajamas.
Della awoke what seemed like a few minutes later, but she knew it had been at least eight hours. She stretched out, and suddenly stopped. She put her hands on the bed, and pushed down. She couldn't feel the ground, like she could in her bed. She slowly got up, and turned around, preparing to fight with whatever she could get her hands on. She turned around to find something, and looked down to see that she definitely wasn't wearing her clothes. She was wearing a giant sweater, and polka-dot printed shorts. Even more frightened, she climbed out of bed and crept around a corner. Not seeing anybody, she relaxed against a counter, breathing heavily. Suddenly, memories of another life, another her, came rushing into her mind. She stayed in a shocked position for what seemed like hours. Once her mental refresh was finished, she went over to what she now knew was her closet, and grabbed a random dress and some shoes. She stopped in front of the floor-length mirror to look at her outfit, and then rushed into the hallway, convincing herself that she wasn't alone. She couldn't be alone. That would mean that she had to navigate this city all alone. I have to get back. I need to find somebody to get me back, Della thought, desperation slowly taking over.
