Paris
She didn't remember falling asleep. One minute she gazed out the window to see the idyllic french scenery, the Paris appeared outside the window. Lifting her head up, she stretched her aching wrist. She felt the fabric of her glove imprinted on her cheek.
How embarrassing! she thought to herself.
She felt herself color when she looked at her travelling companions. Giving a shy smile, she looked out the window. All the finely dressed people, sounds of carriages in the streets, and loud chatter, it all seemed familiar yet very peculiar. She felt out of place already. No doubt her companion would blend in perfectly.









