Waking up to Taylor

One Day the Night was stormy night the thunder shook the ground.  I was sleeping there in my bed wishing that I wasn’t who I am.  The thunder stopped and I was asleep.  That morning I woke up and my room was different.  It has silk curtains , a huge round bed,  a counter full of Grammies. Wait What Grammies!  I have never won a gremmie. A ran to the mirror that took up the wall to my left and looked.  I was no longer Makayla. I was Taylor Swift. I laid down and took a nap hoping this was just a dream.  I was awaken by a knocking saying that I had a busy day meeting people and a concert tonight.  I tried to do my best Taylor swift imprison but found out that I still talked like her.  I yelled to the voice that I was sick and could not do that today but in response the opened my door and told me that this was my job and even if I was feeling sick I was still going to meet all of these people.  So I slugged out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was the size of my room back home.  The shower was in the middle the showerhead trickled down water like a summer’s rain.  I tried not to freak out as I brushed “my” hair and put on makeup.  I went into “my” room and picked out a outfit from my huge closet.  Just when I thought my life was complete I went down stairs for breakfast. Food lined the table and I ate as much as I could.  When I was done I was greeted by the limo that was taking to the concert hall to rehearse.  When I looked outside I found out that this wasn’t her house this was her hotel room because we were in Paris.  My heart skipped a beat and I went off to the concert. When I was done I went to bed hoping for my life back. Although being Taylor is amazing I love my life and wouldn’t want it another way.