Day 8: Twilight
The chair I woke up in rocked violently as I looked around to investigate where I was. I remained silent so I wouldn’t draw any attention to myself. I noticed that whatever clothes I was wearing were actually mine. It seemed that Junior hadn’t even taken the time to change into pajamas before he fell asleep in the chair.
The gramophone was playing a Yes album softly through the tall brown speakers on either side of the turntable. The clock on the wall read 4:05. I breathed a great sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t 9:29.
An orange couch faced the small television in the living room. The television’s antennae stuck up in the back like skinny rabbit ears. It was in front of the same wall where a TeleSkin would be installed someday.
I swung my feet onto the carpet and stoo
