I groggily sat up in my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. My messy short blond hair hung in my eyes and face. That didn't stop me from noticing that feeling that somethings gone wrong. I adjusted my eyes to the bright lighter filtering through an opened window.
One window.
My bedroom had two side by side. And I had curtains. This window had nothing, not even a screen!
I looked around my room, panicked. The walls were missing their familiar posters and paintings. My bookshelf was gone and so was my closet.
In it's place were bare white walls, a single window, a single door leading out, my bed was iron framed, a three drawer dresser, and a night stand. On the night stand was a old looking journal, an old fashioned radio, and a lamp.
I grabbed for the journal and flipped through the pages. I landed on a yellowed page. I looked at the date. May 10, 1945. That was yesterday, only sixty-five years ago.
What was going on?
I shoved the covers off of me, discovering something else wrong. I
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