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