This choice: You wake up as yourself again (Your own body) was it all a dream? • Go Back...Chapter #5You wake up as yourself again (Your own body) ... by: Anakin Solo   Your eyes open and you suck in air. “OH,” you fall to your knees…the light is blindingly bright.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you hear a loud pitched shriek. The light…the noise…you can’t make any sense of it and just rest there in limbo…then SNAP. Your eyes focus on a long leg right in front of you and you realize it is Cellist. You look up and see she is staring at you with absolute fury on her face and toothpaste spittle running out of the side of her mouth. It takes you a moment to realize you are on your knees and – Cellist is in nothing but a short night shirt and her robe is on the floor…she is trying to cover herself with just her hand while the other raises to slap you. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PRICK…PERVERT,” your older sister screams, and hits you again, “GET OUT, GET OUT…”
You stagger to your feet and try to shield yourself and are assaulted out of the bathroom. The door slams shut just barley missing your feet. You fall to the ground then you hear another shriek. Turning your head you see Courtney rounding the corner in her pajama pants and nightshirt and jumping in shock. “Eric, you’re naked!”
You look down at yourself and realize it’s true…you jump to your feet but then have to fall back down and scuttle while trying to turn around. Courtney is paralyzed in shock and won’t move. Damn, your mind is racing and nothing is making any sense. Finally you are turned and you make a made dash to your room and run past Sam as he comes out of his bedroom. You take no notice of his eyes bulging with surprise.
You slam into your door and open then swing it shut behind you. Your room is dark and you just stand there naked in shock at what just happened. What did happen? Was I dreaming all of that? You try to reason it. Your head is spinning. There is noise from outside your door and taking no more time to think you rush to throw on a pair of pants. It is just in time that you zip them up when a KNOCK, KNOCK comes from your door. “Eric,” you mom’s voice rings through, “are you alright?”
“Yah…yah I think so.” You say not sure what else to say. “Fine.”
“I’m coming in.”
“Yah, sure.” You say and your door opens and your mom still wearing her rob, nightgown and slippers comes in.
“Dark in here.” She says.
“Yah, I guess so.” You say.
“Do you want to tell me something?” She asks in that strange way only mothers can. If this was any other day but Saturday she wouldn’t be here to ask at all. “Cellist is very upset and Courtney was saying you were…um…”
“Yah, I know, I guess I was just…um…” you look for something to say. “I think I might have been sleep walking or something because…I don’t know how I got out there.”
“Sleep walking,” Mom repeats. “You were sleep walking naked into the hall way.”
“I…think so.” You say. You take hold of your pants and pull them up, no belt. “Um I think I should get dressed now.”
“Okay.” Your mom says and looks around again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yah, Yah. No worries, all awake now.”
“Okay, I have some pancakes and eggs in the kitchen, if you want to join us for breakfast.”
“Isn’t that kind of a Sunday thing for us?” you ask, not sure why.
“Well I just thought I would be spontaneous,” your mom says and walks out shutting the door behind her.
You turn slowly back around now that you are alone. “Ah…” you suck in some air your stomach feels strange again. “Ah...” you gasp in more air. Slowly you grab a shirt and stager out of the room. You think you have to be dehydrated or maybe you need something to eat.
Slowly you make it down to the kitchen and the kitchen table. You take a seat and keep holding your stomach. “Hi,” you manage to say. You look around the table. The whole family, minus Dad, is there. Cellist is clutching her rob around herself and staring daggers at you. Sam is at one end of the table munching on cheerios ignoring you and banging his cup for more juice. What ever he saw he forgot it. Courtney is just turning red and focusing on her plate. Mom looks around and feels the tension. “I’ll get you some pancakes she says. And juice,” she says to Sam. You here two slaps as she kicks off her slippers to move more freely. Cellist just grabs her robe more tightly around her and turns away from you.
As everyone turns away or ignores you another gut clinching pain shoots through your stomach and you squeeze your eyes shut…
Janet turns around with the plate and blinks, "Where is Eric?"
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