suddenly awake. and beside a stranger. in an unfamiliar bed. mysteriously new city, according to the surroundings maybe the east coast. the wallpaper is a modern pixelated bit of color. white and blue but tries to be vintage
and for the first seconds "where the fuck am i"
look to the mirror. it is my face my hands are old my wrinkles have taken over eyes tired mouth sad
"how did i get here" "who the fuck are you"
go downstairs. see a man, maybe twenty, at the table with breakfast.
the objects in the house are absolutely different from anything ever seen before. they seem to serve the same purpose and function but their appearance is something new. the only thing that appears to be the same as before is nature. the setting from the trees and grass. the sky has clouds, a sun, birds. dirt is brown. leaves are green
search for answers. "who is this man at the table" "whose table" "in what city" "whose house" "who did i wake up next to""what am i doing here"
first thought. search for the library
"there, the people cannot judge me for not understanding a computer or computeresque object. it is impossibel here to ask questions without raising suspicion among these 'housemates' more or less. are they my family. do they think i am their family. am i in love with this man. is this my son. i am not in love with this man. does he think i am in love with him. could i, in actuality, love him. i need answers now. i am absolutely not crazy" this cannot be real.
leave. must. leave. leave this job. house. family. city. life. this is not mine. this cant be mine. i am twenty years old and i woke up as a 50 year old. this cannot be. must find the path home. i dont love these people. i need answers
search
questions
help
but im not insane
rejection
help
discussion
hospitals
no answers
but now i AM insane
dream????? with gun
suicide