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The sounds of a busied city, police sirens blaring in the night, the gentle breeze that enters a window slightly ajar.
Suddenly, you felt a rush of warmth, and opened your eyes.
You gasped.
"Dear god..."
You...
...were home.
Frantic as you were, you went over to the window. Indeed, people were walking out on the streets, cars were coming and going. The television was on, the game console was running, as if it had never been cut off. Oh shit, it was still in the middle of playing Elden Ring from where you last left off. Think it was just at the part where you reach the Volcano Manor?
Wait, shit, what time was it? You looked to your phone. Six, six thirty or so. You had been off work by an hour at least. The clock in the kitchen section and the time on the television all say the same thing. You even start up your PC inquisitively. Six thirty. Now six thirty one.
Somehow, something doesn't seem right. You remembered everything going blank as soon as you opened the door to your apartment. You don't remember actually entering it that fateful day. Unless... unless you did, and were just coming back from taking out the garbage. Isn't that right?
Yeah, the garbage can is all empty.
Shit, your head didn't feel good. You felt a bit nauseous from all this, so you take a seat on the couch.
Man, here you were again, finally back home. And somehow? You weren't as excited as you thought you'd be, or happy about it.
You've returned alright. Returned back to the same old, same old. Ordinary life of an average guy, in an ordinary world. The Big Dipper is still visible on your arm. You guess you can just pass it off as a tattoo you got to anyone who notices, at work or whatever.
