"Paul?" I mutter under my breath, my mind racing to piece everything together as I pass by more rooms including a Master bedroom and two more rooms with single beds. Before I can get a good look at any of these new spaces I find myself getting wrenched to the right, hurling my disoriented form into a relatively large room nestled in the front left hand corner of the house.
The world spins around me as I tumble through the door, a flash of color reaching my vision before I slam face first into the bed and my vision goes black.
After god knows how long I slowly begin to come to, a deep groan escaping my lips as I squirm in the undersized yet surprisingly bed. One of my legs dangles out over the side, while the foot on my other leg hangs over the end of the poorly proportionate mattress.
Despite the luxury comfort beneath me and the heavy comforting blanket above me I find myself in a great deal of discomfort. My body feels tight, my muscles aching and my head throbbing as I lay in the unfamiliar bed like the day after a long workout or after a night of heavy drinking. The sensation of pressure is similar to something sitting on my chest, though strangely enough the weighty feeling presses on me from every conceivable angle.
Harsh rays of sunlight stream in through the large bay window to the left of the door, the three massive panes of glass facing the neighboring house but with enough space between the two buildings to allow a great deal of natural light.
Reaching up to protect my eyes I let out a long hiss, my arms aching and fighting my sudden movements as I cover my face with my hand. Slowly opening my eyes I find a thankfully familiar sight, my large masculine hands appearing unchanged despite the strange sensation.
My eyes slowly begin to adjust to the light, the room at large shifting into view around me. The walls are painted violet, the subdued purple color throwing me for a loop after years of seeing predominantly white or off-white rooms. The carpet takes on a more subdued role, the coarse-looking shag rug a darker egg-shell white to cream color dotted with the occasional well-lived-in stain.
Looking towards the source of the blinding light I glance through squinted eyes at the bay window. The large feature has a bench-like seat in the alcove beneath the window frames, a pile of cream and white cushions piled up in an effort to make the space comfortable and cozy. The windows themselves are flanked by a pair of rose-colored curtains, the mismatched colors surrounding me only making my headache worse by the second.
In one swift pained motion I pull the blanket off of me, wracking my brain as I try to work out how I had even gotten underneath the heavy bedding.
"Did I just...pass through into this...my bed?" I whisper to myself, not wanting to draw attention from anyone else who may be in the house. Clenching my jaw and stifling a long groan I pull myself into a seated position. The pressure pressing against me grows a little more subdued as I move, my body growing used to the pain and discomfort as I rouse from what had been a resting state.
Looking down at myself I let out a sigh of relief. I was all there and not a change in sight. Not even my clothing, the heavy dark blue winter sweater, my well-worn denim jeans, and my thick warm boots, had been changed since my arrival.
"That's...interesting..." I mutter, reaching over to my sweater with an aching arm and running my hands over it as if to test if it was real. I watch as my hand somewhat passes through my shirt, both the clothing and my hand taking on the same water-like consistency I had experienced on my descent. Snapping my hand away, wincing at the aching pain that spreads through me with the sudden movement, I watch in awe as both my hand and sweater quickly return to a solid-state.
"That was...not okay" I pant, my heart hammering in my chest as I try to shake the image from my mind.
Turning my gaze away from my body I look up at the room at large, my eyes having had time to adjust to the bright light streaming into the room.
My jaw drops as my vision locks to the first thing I see, my heart skipping a beat as I stare at...
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