I walked quite slowly throughout the museum taking in the quiet murmurs of those admiring the fine art pieces of individuals with great minds. It was delightful to get away from some of the stress I was feeling from all the college work piling on, sometimes I don’t even know how to deal with it. Many of the paintings were nice and interesting, but none caught my eye, that is until I saw a painting that was quite odd to me. This painting was The Abduction of Rebecca by Eugène Delacroix. What was fascinating about this particular painting is that Rebecca was the most peaceful thing in the scene. Even though she was being taken away, she seemed serene whereas the rest of the painting was a blend of tense and shifty colors and shading. The contrast between Rebecca and her surroundings commanded my attention and as I looked closer and closer, I suddenly felt like I was being pulled, dragged actually and then thrown. “THUMP!” I land on the ground with a bang. As I open my eyes and look up, blue skies surround me and beneath me there is a sea of green. I wonder where I am and how I even got here. From a distance, I hear the banging of hooves and horses neighing. I turn and see the tendrils of smoke rising from a burning house and quickly run to get a closer look and as I approach I see the horses that I heard a couple of minutes ago. “What’s going on? I’m definitely not in New York anymore!” I mutter to myself. I’m only a couple of feet away from the scene that is taking place in front of me, a scene that seems to be full of suspense. Two men appear to be trying to get away from a great deal of angry men behind them. As they turn though, I see something astonishing, it’s Rebecca from the painting I was so engrossed with! I can’t help but let out a squeal of astonishment about this whole situation and unfortunately my squeal seems to have attracted the attention of everyone in this dramatic scene. They all stop in their tracks and stare at me. “Well what are ya guys looking at?” I huff loudly. “Who are you?” yells the man with Rebecca on his horse. I just stand there staring at Rebecca not knowing what to say and still taken by her calming presence. If I was her I would probably be screaming. Then something shocking happens, Rebecca steps off the horse, and walks toward me. Everything else stops along with that rigid tone as before with Rebecca being the beacon. She whispers in my ear “Shall we get the hell away from here?” She probably said it in sophisticated English, but that’s how it translated to me. As we walked to a distant tree, I must have had a startled look on my face because Rebecca asked me what was wrong. I thought about explaining my whole dilemma, but she would probably find me insane. Instead I asked “How were you so peaceful during that entire thing?” She gazed at the scene with a little bit of gloom and began to say “I don’t know, I just felt that way, like it wasn’t in my control.” “Sheesh, what a way of life.” I thought. “Isn’t that scary?” I asked. “No.. Sometimes it’s easier to let go and understand that not everything is in your control and to remain calm.” she answered. And then I had an epiphany. I shouldn’t try to take all this stress and work to heart, I should just do my best and see what happens. Not everything is in my control or my fault. Suddenly, I faint or blackout or I don’t really remember, but I wake up and I’m in a hospital. “She’s awake!” my mom yells. My whole family begins to greet me as I ask “What am I doing here?” “You fainted in the museum, honey. The doctors say it’s due to stress.” my mom whispered. Wow, that was kind of weird. “I’m taking you out of college! That’s it!” my father yelled. “Wait, wait… Mom, Dad before you do that, I realized something while I was unconscious, let me tell you what it was…” I said. And so I told them about Rebecca.