The model overdrive - a page.

She woke up with a start in unfamiliar silence.

The darkness of the room, the coolness of the sheets and the silence made her feel delicious, luxurious. She reminded herself that this was her hotel room, her new life and her future. She allowed herself a few more minutes to bask into the glory of it all before getting up and in the fabulous rain-shower. The bathroom tiles were warm as she walked on them, inviting her in. The water temperature was just right and the huge mirror facing it hid nothing.

She let the water soak her before applying the creamiest shower gel she tried in recent memory. Well, she once had better , in Paris, in another life.

She opened her eyes and look at herself through the fog slowly building in the bathroom. Her agent was wrong, she still had her good looks but with a natural plumpness that made her more..womanly. Her breasts were firm and her aureoles a bit bigger but very desirable, she thought. Her pubic hair was bright red, a feature that got her more compliments than she cared to remember after she stopped shaving. She would have fucked herself.
Sure, she wouldn't walk for YSL now but she sure got attention. Lots and lots of attention.

The admiration of men and the jealousy of some women were her source of self-esteem and the source of the paint that pushed in a pit of despair. When she gathered the power to climb out of the depression she swore off men. That was few months ago when she embarked in solipsistic journey towards...she didn't know it at a time but SOMETHING. Certainly something.

And, amazingly, she had found it.

She walked towards the laptop and opened it. Before entering the password and bringing it to life, she paused for a second and registered her heart beating faster, maybe for a second. Her whole life was now connected to that password. She was, for all intents and purposes, living online and digging deeper and deeper into what this meant.

She didn't know what she would do if the password failed to work, if the page failed to open, if she found out that all was a dream as she feared so often. She took a deep breath, typed and pressed "enter".

She was in and she had a message.

"The Arhitect: Today is the day. How are you feeling? "

She typed fast : " I'm ready. I'll be there"

Finally, the promises of the last months were about to become a reality and from there....who knew?

She still had a few hours so she ordered breakfast and started to write the last entry in her book.

"how it all started...."