It's been a week since the I woke up in the hospital and I still can't believe what happened to me.
I'm writing a diary to give an order to all the memories that in recent days have populated my dreams.
What I'm sure of are just the basic information like the fact that I am Bastet, one of the ancient gods of Egypt, and I happened to be here thanks to the strange god who's done something to all of us.
The thing that worries me the most is the fact that I'm currently living in the body of a woman called Evelyn and I can't use my divine powers nor contact any other god.
The woman is working in the maternity ward at the clinic two street away from this house, her husband died three years ago and she has two lovely daughters; Mathild, who is twelve, and Lily, the cute 5 years old child.
She had a car accident in which, I'm pretty sure, she died, and in that precise moment I took her place. Although her injuries were minimal, her heart problems resurfaced during the accident and may have contributed to her death.
Despite this, the same questions persist in my mind.
Why am I here? What exactly happened? If I'm here where everyone else is? How do I go back? Is it possible? Will I survive here until then? ... And so on.
The only thing I can do is wait while keeping a low profile, try to understand how I got there and see how I can solve this situation. And maybe even try to figure out where everyone else went.
"This... are... my... though... about... this... matter."
"Mom?"
A strand of hazel hair and bright green eyes appeared on the threshold "Breakfast is ready! Do you want to eat with us?"
"Yes sweety. Just a minute, alright? I have to finish the homework the doctor gave me and then I will come down."
The child disappeared as she said: "Alright!"
Bastet, now called Evelyn, looked over the diary again and after a moment she put it in a drawer that she locked and decided to hid the key above the wardrobe.
Then she got up and with a wave of his hand she carried her curly hair behind her ear, slowly heading for the kitchen downstairs.
The air was filled with the aroma of grilled bacon and the sweet scent of maple syrup pancakes was lingering throughout the house.
Evelyn arrived at the kitchen and waved at the two girls who were setting up the table, then tried to sit down but a sudden verse was heard from the chair and a fluffy ball of black fur jumped on the floor and sprinted at full speed towards the open window.
- Crazy woman! She doesn't like me, but this is too much! Just two weeks of peace... -
Evelyn turned her head towards the two little girls with an inquisitive look and said:
"Did you happen to say something?"
Both shook their heads and said in unison.
"No mom"
"No. why?"
"It's nothing, Mathild. I just thought someone had just spoken. Maybe I imagined it."
"Is it because of the accident?"
"Perhaps, dear. Perhaps ..."
She was confident that it wasn't because of the accident but something else, but decided to keep her thoughts to herself so as not to alarm the two girls.
Then she finally sat down and started eating her breakfast. It was the most delicious one she had ever eaten; the sound of crispy bacon and the soft sweetness of the pancakes were making her melt with pleasure.
In the divine realm, it was almost impossible to obtain the new delicacies that the human world could offer, this given the fact that the gods were quite uninterested in the lives of inferior beings.
Their dullness had prevented them from broadening their horizons and making them, in a modern world, limited and incapable.
"Sigh"
With a sigh she finished eating and glanced at the wall clock. It was 7:47.
She got up, put the dishes in the dishwasher and, with a slight gesture of the hand, instructed the two girls to hurry to finish and prepare for the day.
After that she quickly went up the stairs and entered her room, then pulling out of her closet, a dark brown skirt and a cream-colored shirt with very delicate embroidery on the collar. She also took a long beige spring coat and white ballerinas and laid everything on the double bed in the middle of the room.
She changed quickly, then glanced at the mirror hanging from the closet, and headed for the bathroom. The whole room was covered with beautiful mosaics that interlaced among them between multiple shades of white, gold and blue.
Looking at her face in the mirror, with particularly attentive emerald eyes, she decided to cover with makeup the bruises of the accident still visible and arranged her dark hair in a half-tail adding a decorative white ribbon.
She looked at herself again, setting her shirt collar well, and headed back to the lower floor, where the two girls, surprisingly ready, were waiting for her with their backpacks on their shoulders.
She took the keys to the house and the bag, took her daughters out of the door and locked it. Double.
While they were walking, the neighbour, Mrs Leafy, a woman now over 50 years old without children or husband, looked over the hedge of the garden and said: "Evelyn! I'm so happy! How are you? I heard about your accident! I hope you've recovered!"
Evelyn looked at her with puzzled expression but immediately heard a whisper.
"Mom, it's Mrs Leafy, she looked after us while you were in the hospital."
Thank God Mathild was very clever, and she understood that there were holes in her mother's memory.
The mother quickly recovered and answered her neighbour.
"Mrs Leafy! What a pleasure! Thank you so much for taking care of Mathild and Lily while I was still in the hospital and as you can see I'm almost completely recovered."
"Already? In just one week, you've almost completely recovered?? Are you sure? Isn't that what you say so I won't worry?"
"There's no need to worry, I'm serious! I think my healing powers have finally awakened!"
At that moment, the three of them went silent and stared at Evelyn trying to understand what was going on with her.
"Awakened?" finally asked Mrs Leafy.
Evelyn, horrified that she had made such a basic mistake, decided to pretend ignorance and justify herself in one way or another. At all costs.
"No, no, I meant that I probably have an iron constitution! Stop talking about me! Tell me, how are you? Was it hard to keep up with my little girls?"
She was sweating cold and tried to make excuses to return the speech in less dangerous topics. If so we can say.
Mrs Leafy, with a doubting gaze, decided not to pursue the matter further and replied: "They behaved perfectly! They looked like two little angels!"
Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief and then: "Good to know! Now we really have to go! I wish you a pleasant day! And if by chance at one of these evenings you want to come to our house, you're welcome!"
"Ok! I gladly accept the invitation! Have a good day Evelyn! You too Mathild and Lily!"
"Goodbye" said the family in unison.
The mother took her daughters' hands and headed for their schools, still slightly shocked by her mistake.
How could he not be? She was sure that from now on it would be more and more difficult to hide her true identity from the daughters, neighbours and all her acquaintances.
Living a new life is hard.