"Stop."
I put down the wood on my crafting table and turned around to see Jake standing over a couple of furnaces filled with the iron we had just found. He was looking at me as if he had just discovered something.
"This just doesn't make any sense."
I thought I may as well humor him. "What Jake?"
"This, all over this," he said waving his arms around the basement, "doesn't make sense. It just occurred to me..."
"It makes perfect sense; the basement is for our inventory and it's symmetrical so we don't fight about whose decorating style is better."
"This isn't about the style, Steve; it's about everything. Doesn't it seem a bit off to you? The house? Our cattle? The sky? The whole world?" Jake wasn't exactly the philosophical type, so it started to worry me. "Every day is the same like it's always been where we just mess around and mine, gather wood, build a little, eat when we're hungry, and sleep until the Sun rises and we start again. Sometimes we're so busy that we don't even sleep!"
"What's so bad about this life?"
"It doesn't feel real, none of it. It's like sometimes I don't even feel pain or hunger, I just know that I am." Unfortunately he started making sense; sometimes I would sleep just because I felt that I was supposed to.
Life really wasn't that bad. This World had everything we needed to survive, we never had anything to fight over except for small rarities, and it was just us.
At least that's what we've been believing for the past few... weeks? Months? Everything seemed so surreal... But it only seemed that way because of us ignoring the smallest little details surrounding us, and the biggest detail that was never imagined until Jake finally asked:
"I mean do you even remember how we got here, Steve?"