Homura woke to the sensation of stiffly starched sheets against her skin. The only thing she could smell was sterility. Her purple eyes opened to be greeted with the golden sunshine coming in through the very blurry window. She reached her hand out and grabbed the familiar red glasses off of the nightstand. Once they were in place the window was no longer blurry.
Excitement began to rise in her. Today she was finally being discharged from the hospital. She would be able to go back to school. It was so lonely here with everyone else being either an adult or a young child. Maybe, she would wow everyone at her triumphant return. She would be the dark haired mysterious girl that was perfect in school and athletics that everyone loved. Homura could visualize her fantasy so clearly that she giggled.
Her laughter stopped. It had sounded foreign and artificial to her ears. It was like she had forgotten how to laugh, or at least like she had not done so in months. That was impossible. She had been laughing yesterday when watching Minako's new music video was. It had been a hilarious romantic video, possibly her favorite one yet.
She decided to just ignore it and got out of bed. It would be best to forget the weird laugh. Her feet carried her across the floor to the bathroom. The feel of the hot water against her pale skin felt wonderful. She scrubbed at her body likeit was covered in a city's worth of dirt. When she finished she dried herself off with a threadbare towel before changing into her normal clothing. She dried out her dark hair, brushed it and then put it into her customary braids.
When everything was over she examined herself in the mirror. She always wore her hair in braids, but it looked odd to her. After unbraiding, brushing again and braiding, she examined her reflection. It just looked off to her. She could not figure out what was wrong. After a third try she finally gave up and decided to settle for how her hair looked.
A moment of curiosity overtook her. She slid her glasses down her nose to try and see what she would look like without them. However, her vision was just so poor without her glasses that she looked like a pink and black blob in the mirror. Homura sighed. She would see about switching to contacts the next time she went to the optometrist.
Homura left the bathroom to start the process of her discharge. She filled out mind numbing form after mind numbing form. It included all the information about her medications and follow up visits. The entire time she could not shake the feeling of déjà vu.
