Too bright.
I couldn't keep my eyes open. It took me some time but I finally woke up and found myself in a very bright space. My eyes adjusted. I was in a room. The room resembled my own. In fact, it looked exactly like mine.
"Where am I? Am I, back home?"
It was too quiet. Not a spec of sound. My voice echoed: there was no reply.
The air was stagnant; no smell.
Is this even air? Am I breathing?
My mind was confused.
What happened to the old man, to Alisa and the rest of-?
I picked myself up and ran downstairs.
Was my house always this clean?
"Mom!"
"Sisilia?"
"Jacob!"
Nobody answered. No one was here.
This doesn't look like my home… Wait, the outside!
Is this a dream?
Or was everything else a dream?
