A New, Interesting Morning

I opened my eyes. The light flooding onto my ceiling told me it was Morning. Noticing the time on my clock, I ruminated about last night in the moment before my alarm went off.

Was that a dream? I peered at my wall, noticing that the doorway was normal. It had either been repaired, or never destroyed in the first place. Everything seemed in order, except for my desk. My computer was gone, 100% removed: no monitor, no mouse, no tower, no nothing. It wasn't a dream.

Before I could consider the implications of my missing computer, I noticed that my window was open. More importantly, warm air was streaming into the room. A Summer-like warmth emanated from the panel, the birds were chirping, and the corn fields were filled with a healthy, mature crop. Recalling yesterday's dreary thunderstorm, and the forecast with a high of 40° Fahrenheit, I knew something was really off.

The alarm rang, a rather simple chime of some abrasive video game music I never much liked. Or rather, I thought it was, until I realized it had been replaced with something equally unappealing: the main theme of the visual novel I had been playing last night. I really hoped I could reset it.

As I got out of bed, I could footsteps pitter-pattering up the stairs. As the approached the door, I mentally braced myself. The steps stopped, and the door abruptly opened, Kelly standing in the doorway.

"Wake up sleeeeppppyyy-" she yelled, before noticing me at my dresser. "Oh you're awake. Sorry about that." she politely beamed. I immediately noticed several things that were different about her. First, she was cheerful, and more particularly, around me. She had plenty of irrational-yet-justifiable reasons to not be genial around me, and she rarely tended to be more than neutral. Second, she was wearing a dress. I didn't know she even had a dress, and this dress in particular was very dissonant; the skirt ended just below her pelvis, and the chest region was heavily cut. My Sister usually embodied the tomboy, wearing conservative sweatpants, sweatshirts, and t-shirts, only switching to something more refined by ****. I mentally gagged.

"I have an alarm, you know." I muttered

"I know I know, you know? But I got to be sure to wake you up on time. You can't be late today!" She emphasized.

"Why not? What's going on today?"

Her face tensed up, thrown-off by the question. "I... I'm not sure. But it is very important, I just know!" she reaffirmed.

"Okay, okay, I'll be down in a bit." I said, waving my hand in her general direction, focused on my alarm clock.

"By the way, big bro..." I turned, and saw her looking sheepishly a me, playing with her fingers.

"Big bro? Since when did... never mind, what is it?"

"By any chance do need any help with... that?" she said with a flushed face, pointing at my crotch.

I looked down, and noticed that my morning wood was not only at full mast, but had actually gone out the hole in my boxers and proudly standing in the nude. I made a motion to cover myself.