I sat there staring into space. This house looks so damn familiar, I just can't put my eye on it. I wanted to get up and look around but it was like I couldn't. My ass was basically glued to this chair and it was starting to upset me. But there was just something that was keeping me calm. I don't know what it was. I looked around to see I was in the dining area. There were flower pots in the window.
I could see the kitchen from where I was sitting, and the smell of cookies filled my nose. But what caught my attention the most were the pictures that were hanging up. I squinted my eyes a little, why do people do that? It doesn't help you see better.
I leaned forward on to the table and saw it was me. Why are there pictures of me? More importantly, where the hell am I? All of a sudden a do
