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Sunlight streamed into Rex's eyes. He frowned and turned to his side pulling the covers closer to his head. He sighed contently as he smelled the faint lavender scent waft from the freshly washed covers as he settled back to sleep. Suddenly he shot up, glancing around his surroundings. There was a window with long blue drapes that were slightly askew letting in the light that had first awakened him. Posters of the Trendbenders hung around the light blue room. Next to his bed was a night table with a digital alarm clock that read 7:26 AM. Rex stared down at the covers. It was a quilted blanket with the Sumo Slammers etched on top.
"Quewha?" Rex pulled the covers off and leapt out of bed. He was wearing striped pajamas. Yanking open the door which he hoped was the exit, revealed a closet of clothes. He pulled out a white t-shirt with an image of a dog. Running to another door, he found the bathroom. Third time's the charm. Rex told himself as he opened the last door. He stared at the empty hallway. Pictures decorated the walls. He saw a few other doors dot the corridor. A set of stairs at the far end led down. Rex raced down the stairs. He was met by a nice living room with a rather large TV. Set up underneath was several gaming systems. A leather couch sat in front. Rex stared in disbelief. He heard voiced softly talking in a nearby room. He ran towards the voices skidding to a stop in front of the doorway.
Two people looked up from the table in the kitchen.
"Buenos dias, mijo. You are up early." The lady in a pony tail and glasses greeted him.
"Si, you are usually not up till almost noon on a weekend." The man with the mustache agreed taking a sip of coffee.
A third person put down his paper and finished the last piece of toast on his plate. "I have to go check on my experiments in the garage." He brushed the crumbs from his fingers and got up.
"Don't blow anything up this time, Caesar." His father warned him.
"That was just one time." He protested as he walked out the back door.
Rex gawked at them.
"Mijo, Rex? Are you feeling alright?" His mother noticed that he had not moved from his spot.
"Mami? Papi?" Rex asked uncertainly.
Rex's mother quickly walked to him and tried to touch his forehead. Rex recoiled.
"Mijo, what's wrong?" She asked fearfully.
Rex looked around him in bewilderment. "I… I… don't know. I guess I'm not sure where I am."
His father laughed. "You woke up too early and are still half asleep. You can shake those cobwebs off if you went and did your homework. I don't want to get another call from Principal White again about…"
"What did you say?" Rex cut him off.
"I said I don't want your principal calling…" Rex's father frowned slightly.
"No, no… you called him Principal White." Rex said.
"That's because it's his name." Rex's father now looked concern as well. "Mijo, what's going on?"
"Something's wrong." Rex muttered.
"What? What's wrong?" His mother asked apprehensively.
"I… I can't remember." Rex shook his head. "It's like everything's wrong but it's not."
"You are not making any sense. Maybe we should call Dr. Holiday." She looked at her husband.
"Dr. Holiday?" Rex looked up. "That name sounds familiar."
"Of course it does. She's been your doctor since you've been born." His father answered.
"No, it's for something else." Rex wrinkled his brow to try to remember. "Ugh, why can't I remember?"
"Mijo, maybe you should go lie down. I'll make you some of Abuela's chicken soup and bring it up to you." His mother pushed him towards the staircase. "You are obviously not well. I'll call Dr. Holiday and see if I can bring you in for a checkup."
Rex was not aware of anything until he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He turned back to see his mother on her cell phone.
Walking slowly up the stairs, he stopped at the first picture hanging on the doorway. It was a family portrait. He stood with his brother, father, and mother. He looked back down the stairs.
Somehow his parents being downstairs did not feel right. His room didn't feel right, this house didn't feel right, nothing felt right. But what else was there in his life? He squeezed his eyes shut. It was as if there was a memory trying to break through, but it was just out of reach.
"What's wrong with me?" He wondered.
I was asked by PinkNinjaa to write a story about Rex being in a world where he's not apart of Providence. I had thought about making one at some point but there's already so many great stories like that already. If you haven't read Asleep by Tessadragon or Just One Yesterday by Shitsuren69, you should do yourselves a favor and go read them. I don't know if I can write anything as good as those. And I was afraid it would not be original. I don't want to inadvertently copy anyone's idea or stories. But I'm going to try. I only have a vague idea of how I want this to end so let's see where this goes…