Chapter 35.

This familiar smell of lavender, the scent of roses and milk, I know that scent anywhere. This was the scent of my old home, the house that had the scent of lavender and the bath that was made of Milk and roses. That's right, I thought I forgot about this, no, I did forget but now it's all coming back to me. Not once did I bathe with water, rather it was with milk, a bath which would always make me calm down and relax, how could I have forgotten such a memory. This must be a dream. "Diana, come, let me brush your hair." Mother! But how could she see me, and how is her voice so clear? Is it a new effect, but it isn't supposed to work in my dream plus I always take it off before I sleep