oh baby please, don't go.
you're half-awake, entangled in the covers and he's nowhere near you. groggy, disoriented and very much hating life, you stumble to the door of your room and wrench it open, only to see a vast expanse of sky and nothing else below. you blink twice before you feel your stomach heave. you never knew you had a fear of heights.
when it finally dawns on you that your room is hovering somewhere in the atmosphere, you settle down on the edge of your bed and wonder if you're dead. in all honesty, you wouldn't mind being dead. besides, there's nothing to live for, is there? you look at the corner of the bedspread that you've been playing with, and you realize that the pattern's different. frowning, you glance back at your bed and you come face to face with your bed in a whole new bedspread.
it takes you eleven minutes to notice that even though it's your room by proxy, there are things that are missing, replaced with items that aren't yours. for instance, there's an opaque jar sitti