And as she doesn't know any different, it looks like it's less than two feet to the ground, but for her this might be ten or twenty now. She pulls herself together enough to walk to the edge of her mattress, seeing if there's a way for her to get down. Even if it is so surreal, she's afraid her only chance is to somehow seek for help now. Can she even go anywhere? Why did this happen to her in the first place? And how? She just went to bed like normal yesterday. But what on earth should she do now? She can't go to class like that. She gives her best to prevent having an immediate meltdown, although seemingly infinite questions and fears are flashing through her mind. The realization devastates her and just thinking about this word which she had used like it was nothing all the time, makes her hair stand on end now. In fact, everything on her looks kinda normal, except. Looking fearfully down at herself, she notices that she's even wearing her same t-shirt and pajama pants as before. Max tries to completely get on her feet, sensing how she doesn't even sink a single inch into the mattress. In slight panic she quickly tries to get up from her lying position, only to be frightened even more by the few inches of difference it has made. She can't help but risk a view again.Īgainst all her hopes the wrinkled and patterned hillscape is still there, but the thing that actually makes her blood run cold is when she looks to the side and notices the scale of everything in the room which is without doubt hers. Even her phone hasn't given up yet the whole time. But the longer Max stays like that, the more she realizes how awake she actually is and the weight of the blanket still feels as real as before.
No, this cannot be real.Īnd for a short while this effectively seems to work. She presses her eyelids back together, trying to clear her mind of what she just saw. She fully opens her eyes now to make some sense of her surroundings, but the only wall she immediately encounters is the giant white and pink blanket in front of her. She turns to the other side to feel for the wall that must be right next to her, but then strangely doesn't find anything other than empty air and the fabric of her bedsheet either.
Damn, has she been sleeping on the last edge of her bed again? Her back wouldn't forgive her that another time.
Though by doing so, her hand unexpectedly still lands on the sheet instead of her nightstand. So, she might as well keep her eyes closed for a while longer.Īfter what feels like a minute that probably were five on earth, she slowly rolls onto her side to finally reach for her phone. Usually, it would take her just a few seconds until the vibration sound next to her ear outweighs the necessary energy to stretch out her arm and hit snooze, but the blanket somehow seems to feel extra comfy and heavy today. Cozily warm fabric covers her from neck to toe, only increasing the desire to not begin the day yet. It must already be eight in the morning when Max perceives the buzzing of her set phone alarm, gently pulling her out of the land of dreams.