Bella's pov
My eyes snapped open, met by a smear of color and light, soft edges where sharp ones should be. No edges. No sense. Everything was weird. Unreal. My hands fumbled across the bedside table until I could feel my glasses. I slipped them on and the world cleared. I pushed myself upright. I was in my room. In my bed. In the same clothes. My body felt heavy, like I had slept for half an eternity.
I turned to the window. The sun was not there. Stars. Moonlight. Cold. Dark… Wait.
H.. how is it dark? “When did I sleep?” I whispered, reaching for my phone. The screen lit up… 4:07 a.m.
“Four?” I blinked. That couldn't be right. “It's morning… but I… it's not possible.” The last time I checked the time it was early afternoon.
I tapped the screen again, like the numbers might change
