it was a weird feeling. usually , when sleeping late , he tended to feel quite groggy as of recently and as he slowly came out of his slumber , the usual feeling of tiredness he got used to recently was nowhere to be seen. in fact , he didn’t remember the last time he felt that much energy while waking up in the early morning. that , soon followed by a thought which went by ‘ why is that hotel’ bed , which is supposed to be a five star , feeling so hard underneath my back ?? ‘ and when his eyes finally opened to take in his surroundings , it was as if he was in a flashback , remembering exactly where he used to live that exactly looked like this. his dorm , during his uni days. he was surely still dreaming , right ?? and so , he proceeded to pinch himself. once. twice. three times , the last being much harsher than the last ones. and yet , nothing changed. what the hell ?? did he get so drunk after the reunion that he managed to get back to his dorm , open the door and sleep in his old bed ?? was that even possible ??
it took him actually standing up to notice that something was truly wrong. this wasn’t a dream , as if his wishes ended up coming true , he was standing in front of the mirror , looking as young as he was back in 2010 ( and around ) and he wasn’t sure for how long he stood there like an idiot , pulling a few faces before getting dressed and coming out of his room in a daze. the hell was happening ??
he walked down the hallways which he knew by heart until he got out , the fresh air of the morning hitting him full force as he made his way towards the one coffee shop he always went to to get some extra strenght and energy . to say that he was weirded out to see the same lady behind the counter , one that he knew died a few years ago , would be an understatement. he ordered his drink and went to sit at an empty place , doe eyes wide filled with confusion. “ what the fuck. “ he said , maybe a little too loudly , considering how silent the little shop was at this time.
