Ivan
I opened my eyes, the light hurting my eyes.
The doors closed behind me, and I was in a white room with nothing and no exits. I still felt dizzy, but I was sure this was the same room where I'd started. How was that possible? How did the last exit lead back to this? Or was it a different room?
It wasn't the strangest thing, either.
My clothes were dry and didn't smell like whiskey. There were no rashes or red marks on my hands. Yet, the thing that made my spine tingle was what I felt on the back of my neck. Something familiar was brushing against it as I inspected the room, but it couldn't be there. However, when I reached my hand behind me, I felt the ponytail I'd had my hair in when I first walked into this room. I'd cut it off, so it couldn't be there, but it was.
"What the hell?" I asked no one, realizing I wasn't just back in the room. I was back in time.
This was insane!
