The Morning After
It started like any other Tuesday. I woke up, made coffee, checked my phone... but something was off. My keys were in the fridge. My shoes were on the ceiling fan. And there was a note on my mirror that simply read:
“You’ll understand soon. Or you won’t. Either way—don’t panic.”
I have no idea what happened last night.
Possible Explanations (None Convincing)
- A very enthusiastic sleepwalker (me?)
- An interdimensional prankster
- My cat finally achieved sentience
- Time glitch during a solar flare
- I’m still dreaming… right?
What Would You Do?
If you woke up to find your entire apartment rearranged by invisible forces—and your goldfish wearing sunglasses—how would you react?