The daybreak was soothing and she nearly was wiped clean of all memories that blotted her conscience like a sweltering wound; nearly forgetting the alarming cries and pained screeching she heard late at night. She had lied upon the linen sheets rigidly, and could not succumb to sleep- her body producing little warmth, the havoc occurring out her bed window kept her staring at her ceiling.
The maids have already begun their chain of ordered chores, and were, with much struggle and disdain for said maids, able to coax the lady out of her chambers for washing. She was beyond fighting however; and was willing to be pulled out of her nightgown and into decency just enough for a mealtime.
She had not spoken of this manifestation though, her food occupying her weakly. It scarcely had been a distant recollection of the time she'd gone out with her mentor, only to see a horse-drawn carriage, its own mane flecked with disease and pelt of grime, spotted three corpses piled upon each other in a po