I open my eyes and face the ceiling, for a moment I stilled. I wasn't sure what happened but the paint weren't supposed to be this bright, did my eye sight worsened? When? Was it last night...

Sighing in dismay, I sat at the edge of my bed and pick the glasses within the top of my desk.

Waiting for my eyes to refocus at the sudden change of definition, I couldn't help but blink my dead eyes twice at the bizarre sight in front of me.

An unfamiliar wall met my eyes. I don't remember them... animated, looking around me. I could see several miscellaneous placed where they should be, from study desk, to Text-books along with the phone-- basically untouched, nothing out of the ordinary except the fact that they're all drawn and animated.

Still feeling light headed, I lightly bit the inside of my cheek, then followed by a quick countdown before confirming that I'm not hallucinating or day dreaming.

Warily getting up, my feet lightly touched the beige floor as I lowered my center of gravity. Afraid that I'll trip as I carefully walk towards my desk, after a quick check on my chair.

I sat down and randomly grabbed a book nearby; and as I expected. It was a Calculus Textbook, the one I was studying last night. I rummaged the pages for anything suspicious before letting it slide into the desk as I close my eyes in befuddlement.

"Okaaaaaay, so everything is in order. Other than the animation, what else have changed?" I spoke out loud, inwardly cringing that my voice sounded a pitch higher.

Looking at my side where the mirror is hanging idly, I watched. Intrigued at the sight of a bespectacled young man.

Standing straight, I analyze my reflection with utmost scrutiny. I look... very interesting, my broad shoulders are much more defined. Pinching my biceps, I could feel the bulky muscles under the layers of fat hardened as a rock as I began to pump them.

Involuntarily touching my belly.

It seems that I still have that small fatty protrusion, likely from the years of physical inactivity. Taking off my shirt, I stared with a hint of wonder at the sight of my scars to the distributed muscles and caloric surplus... basically everything as I mold them with my hands.

They look so interesting, intriguing. It's like the budget of my avatar worth more than my student loans. All in all, a masterpiece compared to the arts I've watched and commissioned in the past.

Grabbing my IPhone, I briefly marveled at the graphics before opening and check it's contents.

"November 18, 2021... so I didn't time travel nor powered up." I noted.

My eyebrows crinkled into a frown.

'What about my family abroad? Did the same situation happened to them, were they confused as I am or is this part of normalcy for them?'

I can't talk to them, yet. Besides... I'd rather not be labeled and make fun by my sisters.

I need... I need more evidence for my guesswork.

Though I will say that this whole experience has done wonders for my sense of patience and inner paranoia, I'm totally twitchy. Or maybe just a tad bit... insane, we'll see eventually.

But anyhow, now that I could finally look around and take stock of things, a picture began to unfold in my mind's eye as I pile my discoveries and note them down in a piece of paper.

Now that I think about it, when I got up earlier I didn't seem to be at dazed. Transition from one world to the next happened instantly, and he didn't notice it. Sure it's not Isekai but I digress.

For a second, I thought I was still dreaming. After all, I had just gone to bed. But that was earlier, now though? There's no room for doubts.

That means my brain had either acclimated at the sudden change of environment drastically or...

Shaking my headed with a tired sigh, I voice my concerns in a few words.

"How... bizarre."

Wandering around my room for clues, searching high and low for any clues that indicates any changes.

For a moment I pause, I pondered about my situation for a brief minute, gathering my thoughts as look outside of the windows. In a few stories below the street, I watched as people pass by, cleaners cleaned up the streets and etcetera.

Basically your everyday walk.

Is this... it? I inwardly ask myself, there's no way it could be this simple. My perception of reality just changed abruptly and you're telling me that this is it?

No... there's no way I'm safe.

This can't be the only changes that seemingly happened overnight.

Checking the door of my dorm, I nodded in affirmation finding it locked tight. Lights all turned on to lit the room, for a moment I paused near the window, I got distracted for a good measure-- passing time as I marveled each designs and their unique animation.

Living in a high ground has it's upsides, like looking down into the streets I suppose.

I watch until the last person had entered into a building before getting out of my trance and proceed my next experimentations, as I walked towards the kitchen I arranged and tasted apples, bananas, various bread... An orange juice, milk, various flavors of stale leftovers...


"M'mnnn, taste exactly like they should..." I present the Melon bread in an eye level as I slowly tore it apart. "...Yet they look oddly different. " I watch, noting their level of definition.

From down to the crumb, I couldn't help but feel helpless seeing the sheer budget of this act alone.

"Same could be said on flavors, texture, and among the others." Feeling bloated, I reluctantly chomped down the last pieces to not waste the money I spent.

"A bit stale and cold for my taste, hmm.."

Looking a my messy room, I let out a exasperated sigh as I began to tidy up. Both because It's much more dirtier and to investigate what else is have changed.

From sweeping, to washing. From swiping to bleaching, it was a tedious process. Interesting but It got boring and rather exhausting in the end... All and all, it sucks.

'...I dunno why'd I expected any different " I mutter outloud in disappointment.

There are probably things unbeknownst to my knowledge, but presently all of it is in vain, everything to the last detail is the same! Other than the 3D animation that is...

Letting out a huff, I dried off the mop and place it outside in the sun. I sat down in my couch and turn on the T.V and left my mind adrift.

I... felt restless, there's this bundle of unused energy inside whirls my stomach into a discomforting butterfly, contrary to what people's of my age expect. I didn't feel happy, excited or curious.

At first yes, but as I think about it much more carefully, I started to have a minor existential crisis breakdown before forcing myself to just... ignore it and go to the flow.

Like always has been.

"...I need to talk to Joe, maybe he could shed some light." I murmur.

Swallowing a lump of saliva, I ignore the uncomfortable knotting within my stomach as I wore a jacket and head down stairs.


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