A gentle madman

Her wake into consciousness was a drift into panic, anxiety and confusion. She felt dizzy, nauseous. Lightheaded and dry-mouthed she tried to speak but only coughed. Her sinuses stung, her allergies were acting up. She could smell the hay, dust prickled at her senses. She sniffled and struggled to only meow an urgency. She focused on more than her surroundings. She felt different somehow.

As she stamped her foot she heard a click. By exercising her ankles she found that she was wearing heels. Moving her hips she remembered her dress. Remembering the sudden gash against her skull. The removal of breath as she was stowed away from her home. She gasped. A sound emitted from the corner of the room and she froze. It was an indescribable fear that could only be compensated by experience. A fear that spoke in heartbeats and echoed a pulse.