My eyes broke the infinite space of dark, it felt as if it was morning. As if I just woke up from a bad dream, what was in front of me? First was a strong light, almost blinding me from wherever it came from. Then as I got adjusted to the brightness and I was able to see. A room completely made of wood, I smelled a nice scent of freshly chopped wood. It was odd since the room didn't look new. I was laying on a cotton bed, it felt nice, the heat had me in its pawn. A grasp of heat and pleasure, yet, the thing before I slept was still in my head. Was it the reality? I hope it's not, was it a dream? Certainly not. It felt too real to be something fake, it felt as if the reality shifted between two places… Who was the second me anyway? Trying to stand up feels painful so something must've happened yesterday.