The list said "Things to Do Today" at the top. Innocent enough, but why was it sitting on my bedside table? I didn't recognize the handwriting, and the items on the list...
> Buy postcards, yogurt
> Cat silencer?
> Metal cages
> Fluffy slippers
> Application essays - talk about achievements! Be unique!
> Christmas presents
> Music to Torture/write/sleep By
> Wigs - realistic, not cheesy
> Binoculars (Not pink)
> Christmas hats - don't forget the fuzzy bobbles!
> Study for final - comprehensive! No explosions this time!
Well. Let us just say that some of the items on the list concerned me. I glanced out my window and saw a wall. No... I glanced to where my window should have been, and saw a wall. My hands rested on my own covers, arms encased in my own pajamas, my own bed and bedside table... But not the right room. My lamps, paintings, and post-it-notes dotted the room, much the same as they should have... But this was not my room.
What is going on? I thought to myself. I still don't know. My clock says 3:00, but AM or PM? And is it even accurate? It must have been unplugged... I have no way to know. The door is locked, bolted, and barred. I would say I'm beginning to freak out, but I'm past that point. How the heck did this happen?
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