An Average Day.

Your week went so well. Everything was good. Great even. Got all of your school stuff in on time. It was pretty sweet.

It was the weekend that made the whole thing go weird. The whole thing being your life.

Don't get you wrong, Saturday was fine. You woke up to the glorious scent of your Mother's cooking. Bacon and eggs, baby. Makes life worth living. You get dressed (nothing fancy, standard weekend fare) and head down for breakfast. Oh, you should also mention the fact you see a bright flash of light as you exit your room. No big. Just an unexplained solar flare going off right in your fucking face. It's fine. Didn't hurt your eyes at all. Nope. (This is a big red flag, by the way.)

As previously mentioned, breakfast was amazing. Perfect. The perks of living with a retired professional chef. (Your Mom is a retired professional chef, by the way.) "Have you seen your sister?" Inquires your Mother as you dig into your second helping. "I haven't. Sorry." She wrinkles her nose at this news. "Well, could you go wake her up for me? I'm not going to let all of this food go to waste!" Sure. No problem.

You rap a few knuckles on your sister's door. A door that is coincidently plastered with a big "KEEP OUT" sign. Pft, yeah right! Like anybody listens to those. "Sis? You alive in there?" You hear a short "Ugh!" and some stomping. The door is flung right open and your wild-eyed sister is standing in front of you. "What is it?" Geeze, she's still wearing her PJ's. "Mom made breakfast. You having any?" She makes a noise that you honestly can't tell what it is. "I can't. I'm very busy. The found-footage ghost movie isn't gonna be perfected by itself." Then she slams the door in your face. Rude.

The rest of your day is uneventful. Your Mom gets you to help her bake a cake for her and Talia's anniversary tomorrow. You have a Patrick Swayze movie marathon. Roadhouse, Point Break and to top it all off, Ghost. (It's his greatest work.) You surf the net for a while. Delete some messages from some very suspect sources. I mean, Norway doesn't even have a king. How stupid do they think you are? All in all, a very good Saturday.

That night, you have a vey strange dream.