I looked, and marvelled.I looked, and marvelled. It was me, at least my consciousness. What I saw was not me. What I saw was a rather striking young woman, dressed as I had described earlier, Victorian era, sitting on the floor of a nicely appointed sitting room. I appeared to be simply sitting there against the wall. I could move my head slightly about. The angle that I was protruding through the wall matched rather well with this sitting body. As long as my head didn't move too far in any direction - and it couldn't - there was the perfect illusion of a young woman sitting, waiting, with her head bowed. |