Sarah wasn't even in her bedroom anymore. Instead, she was in her parents' bedroom. She was in their bed! Why was she sleeping in their bed? How had she gotten here?
Suddenly, a noise grabbed her attention. It came from the other side of the bed, underneath the covers. Someone was in bed with her. Sarah's eyes went wide, wondering who it could be. She pulled off the covers revealing...a pillow and a cat. The cat made a noise and scampered off.
She frowned. "We don't have a cat," she muttered. She got to her feet, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet. There was a glass on the nightstand. She headed to the bathroom. Wrong bedroom or not, she wasn't going to go out not looking her best. She reached for some of her mother's moisturizer, rubbing it on her arms. She caught a look at herself in a mirror, and nearly jumped. It was her in the mirror...but she was.. OLD. She took a few deep breaths. "This isn't happened...this is just a dream." She pinched herself. It hurt. "A very realistic dream...."
