(…..It’s an unknown ceiling….)
The moment my consciousness came back, what appeared in my sight was a ceiling with night sky on it.
(That doesn’t seem to be the constellation I know……)
I was absentmindedly thinking something like that when I suddenly realized that it wasn’t time to be thinking about such things.
(Umm, I was probably in an accident, right? The dazzling thing was car’s lights……But this doesn’t seem to be a hospital…Uwaa, was the store alright?…. I wonder where I put my insurance card…..?)
The brain rapidly starts revolving around the reality.
(No, no, there’s no point in thinking about it…..Let’s call the nurse for now)
As I stood up from the bed to find the switch for calling the nurse, I was surprised.
“……Amazing….”
What I thought of as a ceiling was actually a canopy.
And what I was sleeping on was a princess bed that I had only seen in museums. It was also very gorgeous,
The soft bed sheets were one thing, but the delicate embroidery on the bed cover made my eyes widen. it’s overflowing with the flowers as if they were just plucked from the garden. Spring flowers….the colors are a bit dull though.
To be honest, I love things like this. I like art galleries and museums, and I also love these kinds of handworks. If I hadn’t become a cook…In other words, if I wasn’t such a glutton. I think that I would definitely proceed in the art direction.
“……Huh?”
Suddenly I noticed.
(Isn’t my hand kind of small?)
My hands are small and my arms are thin. More than anything, my nails….are long and pretty, even though I don’t let them grow out because I do the cooking.
An uncomfortable feeling…something is really strange, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is.
My feet that were softly trying to reach the floor, were shorter than I thought….and, undeniably small.
(D-did I shrink?)
While thinking so, some other suspicions appear in the depth of my mind, though I try not to think about it as much as possible. Opening a thin silk that softly permeated the light, I looked around the room.
(…..This definitely isn’t a hospital. Or rather, maybe it’s not even Japan…..)
A spacious room that could be mistaken for a hall…..Sunlight is sipping through the lace curtain of the big window, the floor is covered with a long-haired soft fluffy carpet.
Then, a chandelier overhead …… I don’t think that this is a hall, though.
(Somehow, I’m getting a very unpleasant feeling……)
The suspicion I’ve been keeping in the corner of my head since a little while ago might be right ……
(…..Such a thing can’t be possible)
Think, I tell myself.
Because there’s no way something like that can be possible.
I keep denying the possibility many times.
But, it doesn’t change no matter how many times I look.
(A child’s.. hand….)
Slender …… Small hands.
White hands, with long fingers.
There is neither a burn mark nor the scar from the time when I messed up and pierced myself with the petit knife.
The nails are also beautifully arranged.
(I……)
So, I wasn’t able to entirely dismiss that possibility.
(……might’ve died.)
On that night.
As I thought so, a cold feeling sunk in my heart.
Diving into the bed, I even cover my head with an underquilt.
It’s not like it’s safe inside the bed, but as I shrunk back inside the bedding, I felt a bit calm.
But then, I noticed something again,
(…I’m not….hurt….)
It’s mostly a certainty that I was in a traffic accident.
And, judging from the circumstances, it wasn’t a situation where I could survive unscathed.
I should’ve been injured, for sure.
(………As expected)
My feelings keep hectically changing back and forth between 『Maybe』to『As expected』.
(Uh, reincarnation……or something like that…..?)
I mean, “I” certainly have a sense of a self, but this is definitely not a body of “Izumi Maya”…..That being the case, reincarnation is the only thought that comes to mind.
(No, but that is definitely impossible!…..No, but, it does look like I turned into a child…..)
Besides, the sensation of a touch from a soft bed or carpet makes it apparent that this is a reality.
(Th-there’s also a possibility that this is a dream…..Surely…..Probably…..)
But no matter how much time passes, the scenery I see from the gaps of the bedding doesn’t change at all.
(L-let’s muster up some courage….)
To confirm it one more time, I got up while stirring restlessly.
I got out of the bed, stepped on a carpet to stand firmly and looked around.
Inside the room, where direct sunlight is blocked, a moderate light in flowing in…Beautifully decorated interior, polished furniture, and the flowers adorning the room…a refined luxury. It doesn’t just look expensive, there’s also a good feeling of sense.
On the walls there are pictures and tapestries hung, turning the chilling atmosphere into warm.
Everything looks either like a landscape or a part of some story. It is a soft shade that women would probably like.
(Finishing blow is this princess bed, huh…)
With wood of a bright hue, the pillar part of the canopy is engraved so it looks like there’s an ivy twined around it.
And the leaves of that ivy have been made to look so real that you can even see veins on them….it’s wooden, but I can almost feel its texture.
It’s a really nice bed and if not for such a situation, I would fully enjoy it.
(It feels like I ended up in a fantasy novel or in a story similar to that, rather than in a foreign country.)
Honestly speaking, I love that sorts of stories.
Something that is not here…a story of the world that isn’t reality. But that’s because it’s a story.
I did not wish for a situation where I would end up in such a tale myself.
(As for the impression of the room, it feels like an old mansion from England or France….)
It looks like a country house I saw while traveling in England……Country house refers to a house in the countryside, but even if you call it a house, it’s more of a『Mansion』or a 『Castle』rather than a simple 『House』.
The room I’m in right now has that kind of luxurious and dignified atmosphere.
Suddenly my sight stopped on a painting that was hung on a front wall.
The dull, golden picture frame looks like an antique.
The background is obviously this room and there’s a young girl depicted on it.
(Uwaa~ how cute. She looks like an angel. I wonder if she’s connected to this place.)
She looks like 12-13 years old. Pale golden hair and blue eyes….her skin is so white it’s almost transparent and her cheeks are slightly rosy. She’s a beautiful girl as if she’s been painted like a picture. No I mean, this is a painting, but……huh?)
I noticed it after making a wry smile…This is…
While half-doubting, I raised my hand.
The girl from the painting also raised her hand.
I tried sticking out my tongue.
The girl from the painting also stuck out her tongue.
…..Correction, this is not a painting. It’s a mirror.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHーーーーーーー!!”
I gave out a huge scream and then, staggering from the shock, I went back to the bed.
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Notes
Oh man, I’ve been sitting on this chapter for almost a month now and at last managed to finish it yesterday. Descriptions are the worst thing for MTL because I have to look up each word individually to somehow make the sentence understandable.
I have no excuses for terrible quality so if you are reading raws, please feel free to point out any mistakes and I’ll fix them afap
no asdick this time so finding bad grammar is up to u now
I might edit this chapter with him later tho
English country house it something like this