Birds are chirping outside on a sunny but brisk Sunday morning. Filtered through the window pane and shades it has an almost robotic tone Xander thinks to himself.

“Have they always sounded like that?” The question pops into his mind, but soon dissipates amidst the raging headache he finds himself woken up with.

“Uuuhhhhggg… What the fuck?!” He grumbles

What exactly happened last night? Why can’t he remember anything? These questions puzzle him between the consistent hammer pounds in his brain as he tries to sit himself up in bed.

“Has my room always been like this? Did someone come and tidy up?” More questions form as he recognizes it as his room, but something slightly off. He manages to pull himself up and out of bed, although it needed a bit of extra effort, and he stumbles his way to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet he grabs a bottle of Tynelol and quickly chomps a few. After downing the meds with a glass of water he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

“Wait… Have I gotten old enough that I need glasses now?” He stares at his reflection but it’s slightly fuzzy and almost looks like it doesn’t quite fit with the rest of the surroundings. “Guess I better schedule an appointment with the eye doc.”

He didn’t seem to realize the contrast and that everything else in his vision was perfectly in focus.