"Nothing ever happens here" Amillia sighed to absolutely no one as she picked herself up from the grassy hill. The spot was beautiful, but Amillia never noticed. Turning in her cherry red heels, she stands a moment and gazes towards her house, but not trully seeing it. The Tudor-era mansion held countless rooms and, though she knew it was huge, Amillia never really saw it's beauty. In Amillia's mind, she was in another dimension.
          After walking towards the house somewhat in a daze, Amillia soon discovers one of the few objects of her affection in this world are missing."Where is it?!" Amillia frets, her brows furrowing in the confusion of forgetting.
          "Where is my book?!" Amillia dashes through the drawing room, nearly turning her ankle in fright as she surprisingly finds her own mother sipping coffee in an overstuffed leather chair. A formidable woman, she raised Amillia by herself at quite a young age while dealing in many "affairs of important interest, dahling" as she would once explain to a young, dull eyed child with long black curls. After many years of growing wisdom, she now deeply regrets that she never gave the time to teach her daughter to see the world in a new light, or in any light for that matter.
            "Dahling, books are very important I'm sure" Her mother said, speaking between dainty sips.
             "You just have to understand that there is a whole world going on around you, a living novel you might say"
              "Mother, you're delirious. Living novels!"
               Sighing, Amillia's mother retreats to silence. Amillia begins rushing about again when her mother calmly, yet somehow reluctantly states;
               "Ami..........I believe I might have seen exactly what you're looking for in one of the top floor lavatories. The one in the tower."
               "Wait, we have a tower?"
               Her graying mother now suddenly turns impatient. "Just GO, before I change my mind!" And points a slightly plump finger towards the south hallway without another word.
               "Change her mind about what, exactly?"Amillia thinks to herself while standing at the dusty landing in front of the bathroom door. She sets her shoes beside the door after carrying them up six flights of stairs, each flight growing colder and darker than the last. Ami was eager to get her book and leave, because her reader's imagination was just a bit too trained for this place. The shadows seemed so alive.
                A gasp filled her lungs as she stepped into the brightly lit, warm, luxurious bathroom. Words could not describe the beauty of it. All thoughts of a book were wiped from her mind. In the far corner, deep blue velvet covered something quite huge underneath. A corner of the velvet had slipped to reveal a golden framed mirror reflecting bright morning sunlight from the upper windows.
                She tugged at the cover until it fell away softly, and Apple-green round eyes stared back at her. She smiled and tossed her head softly to see her Jet black locks twist and dance, and nearly had a heart attack when her reflection just stood there with it's eyebrows raised, staring at her indignantly. "Well, things are just getting curiouser and curiouser"as her reflection pantomimed giggling with her hands over her mouth, green eyes alive with joy."Can you come through?" Ami eagerly questioned, hardly believing she was inviting her reflection to cross through some invisible plain to chat. Ami's Reflection nodded eagerly. "Can you talk" The Reflection once again nodded. "Then why can't I hear you?" The Reflection shrugged, and then carefully took a step forward. She reached out, and Ami found herself reaching too. Their identical hands were so close to touching, and then, Ami's excited eyes turned to horror. A dark figure was behind her. She spun quickly, but was greeted with an ornate bathroom that was empty of anyone but herself. Too late she realized her blunder. She turned back just in time to see the menacing shadow grab her reflection, who struggled, miming a scream, but as the large figure covered her mouth the it's large hands and dragged her away, the reflection went limp. Ami stared at the empty mirror, and her hands balled into fists as she vowed revenge.