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Through his closed eyelids, the sun assaulted Honi’s vision. His hand flew up to cover his eyes. He wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. It wasn’t the the first time he’d woken in the spirit world. It was in the job description, after all.
Honi blinked against the blinding rays. His eyes didn’t adjust fast enough to feed him more information. When his reality tilted sideways, Honi yelped and grabbed the bedlinen with both hands in a desperate attempt to hold on. For a split-second, he flinched away from the oddness of the contact before clutching the bedding again.
Where his skin touched the fabric, the feeling of wrongness intensified the longer he held on. Both cool linen and rough grass occupied the same space. His stomach revolted, and nausea threatened to overtake him. He squeezed his
