Home
Daniel could feel soft blankets surrounding him and cool sheets hugging his legs. His body felt entirely relaxed and he had trouble bringing himself to move. Slowly, he lifted his eyelids. A warm light unlike the cold brightness of the lab lamps prodded his eyes painfully, giving them no leeway as his vision sluggishly adjusted. Finally a clear picture of a pale blue ceiling came into view. He was back in his bedroom.
A massive breath of relief Daniel hadn’t known he’d been holding flew from his lips and he closed eyes for a few moments more. He was back. It was really over now. After this realization settled in he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His vision was still blurry from sleep as he stumbled across the carpeted floor but the homey surroundings, however vague they looked to him, left a smile on Daniel’s face. He meandered fleetingly before wandering into the bathroom.
Out of pure muscle memory he flipped the light switch and ran cool water from the sink over his hands. He splashed his face a few times to help himself wake up and grabbed the small hand towel that he always forgot to wash. It felt so oddly routine, almost too normal, to be doing these things but what else had to be done? There were no creepy lights, no creepy guys, and no cat...ears.
The towel dropped unceremoniously to the floor when Daniel saw his reflection clearly in the mirror for the first time. He screeched in dismay, winding down to a pitiful whine of disbelief. His furry face, his pointed eyes, and those stupid cat ears, it was all <b><i>still there.</i></b>
Written by Flutterbest on 18 January 2018
