The next day.
The sunlight was already streaming through the curtains, landing on Kelvin's eyelids. He creased his brows and rolled on the bed as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the sunshine pouring through.
He thought that he was sleeping on his bed so he raised his hand and reached out for his alarm clock. But when his hand didn't feel that bedside table where he always put his alarm clock on, Kelvin forced his eyes open and what appeared before him was an empty space and the bedside table was still about a handspan away.
'Who moved my bedside table so far away?' he thought groggily as he lay back down on the soft bed. Then he looked up at the ceiling and said out loud, in a bewildered whisper, "this doesn't look like my room."
Kelvin blinked his eyes then abruptly sat up and
