I groaned. It was really starting to become tiring waking up after being knocked out. Thinking back, I couldn't remember much other than that I had come to some realisation about something very important. I can't remember.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at my ceiling, the walls still the blank white they always had been, the floor a dull blue. I sat up, pulling the covers off myself and stretching. Looking around, I couldn't help shake the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be here but maybe that was part of the dream. I mean, I must have dreamt being knocked out or else I wouldn't be home. Still, something felt off.
"Morning hun, how did you sleep?" Came the muffled voice from beside me. "Personally I didn't get much, but you already know that, don't you?" Baxter's sultry laugh made my ski
