You check the Mirror In The Bathroom...

You scream at the top of your lungs, going absolutely wild. You were horrified, crying as your headed into the bathroom. Looking in your reflection, you realise you're exactly as you were at home, just naked.

In a sudden burst of fury, you swing your fist into the mirror, shattering it and crying out in pain. Sadly, you felt both the impact and the damage done to your hand. The hotel seemed real to you, making you question what the actual reality was. Was it this hotel? A location you knew literally nothing about? Or was it the slightly nicer home, where you were living a seemingly happy existence with your loving girlfriend?

You pondered this as you wrap your bleeding hand in toilet paper, the paper soon becoming a shade of crimson. The pain seemed real to you, not fabricated like one of the realities you were in.

"Fuck's sake... I was fine at home..." You grumble, irritated. "I was happy!"

You continued shouting, seemingly at nothing. Though you felt a strange feeling. It was as though you were being watched by someone. This feeling didn't go away, though. It was there to stay.