Anaya walked down the hospital hallway towards the cafeteria, carrying an empty bottle of water to refill. The hospital was dark and quiet, only the creaking of her footsteps could be heard. However, as she got closer to the cafeteria, she felt something strange. The smell of cooking that was typical of her old home began to waft in, and the originally gloomy hallway became brighter. Anaya stopped walking and looked around in confusion.
“What is this?” she muttered under her breath.
She opened the cafeteria door, and what lay before her was not the hospital dining room. Instead, it was the living room of her home in New Delhi, with its old worn carpet, small glass table, and ever-dusty sofa chair. Her eyes widened, her body shook. “No! This is impossible.”
She tried to turn around, but
