The harsh sunlight irritated my eyes even through my closed eyelids. My mind, still fighting with the luring nets of the restless sleep, failed to make my limbs obey and I just continued lying on the bed. I had no idea where I was or how I got there. The only thing I knew was that I didn’t actually mind staying ‘there’ and never leaving the cozy warm covers.
I mainly felt, than saw, that the window was open, and I heard the distant roar shuffle of wind through trees. How was it possible that outside was so warm and sunny – yesterday the sky was covered with heavy clouds and moist and mist filled up the air. Yesterday? It felt like the entire day happened ages ago – the soulless took Mark, and I remembered fragments of my past, learning I was the key to a f*****g time machine that was supp
