No Such Thing

Evan's eyes snapped open to a quiet darkness. Immediately he could tell that he was no longer where he had fallen asleep. Keeping perfectly still, he scanned the shadowed room, and focused on what he could feel. He was in a single bed, soft and large enough for him to fit comfortably. Though it was dark, his eyes adjusted and soon he could see a desk and monitor in the room, a few posters on the walls and some very lightly used dumbbells in the corner.

As he took in the sights, he strained his ears for any sound, but all was peaceful and quiet. The room was familiar to him, an old memory teasing at his brain for just a moment before coming to the front of his mind. This was his old room, in his family home, or at least it looked like it. He hadn't been in this room for over ten years, hadn't stepped foot in this house let alone slept in the bed.

Mentally shaking himself, he knew he needed to fully check out his surroundings before thinking further about his situation. Judging by the quiet, he felt it was safe enough to get up and explore.

Evan pulled the covers off himself quietly, and swung his legs to the side and stood up. Beside the head of his bed was a full length mirror, which he used to quickly examine himself.