I was awake.
Blinking, breathing. Pretty much like what any other living, waking being does on the daily.
Except none of this felt like that. I don't even know what this was. All I knew was that I was awake.
Was I awake?
Sleeping - I remembered sleeping. I remembered clambering up the usual steps to my bedroom. I remembered dinner, remembered Adalia requesting something sweet for breakfast tomorrow, I remembered also noting to refill our dwindling cereal stock in the pantry.
Tomorrow… tomorrow was Saturday, I think? A day off from work, the fourth day of the new year, if my thinking was right - I really don't know. For some reason, nothing here felt or even looked right.
Like the bed I was lying on, the ceiling my eyes were glued to… if reality could be believed, then none of them were mine.
Or at the very least, they weren't anymore.
