I wake up in a room— not my room. I sit up and see my feet.

They're— wait they're so delicate...

As if I'd break them if I stepped down.

I did so but slowly. Being able to feel the warm wooden floor I was surprised to see 'myself' in a full length mirror nearby.

A body so delicate...

Facial features of Angel...

I don't know she is but I instantly feel as if would fight the entire world to keep this girl happy and alive.

Even if she didn't know me.

But...

Why am I here?

The room looked very fancy for someone living alone. Too lavish...

Who exactly—

I spot a study table nearby with all sorts of sketches— mostly buildings.

I pick up a pencil and write down my name, number and a rough address with a short note:

"I've been here and I must say your drawings are as beautiful as you. I don't mean to sound creepy but I don't know how to go back either. I hope we can get to meet each other."

I keep the wooden pencil down.

It was all too light in colour for my taste but it was beautiful indeed.

I notice the small bookshelf next to the bed.

What language is this?

It was wonderous to see something written like that for someone like me and being unable to recognise it.

Dutch? Probably not.
German? Nope.
Russian? NO. IT HAS A DIFFERENT ALPHABET.

Whoever you are, wherever you are, whenever you are— I assume we're soulmates and I hope you stay healthy regardless of any circumstances.