The Power of a Glimpse

I must have fallen asleep pretty hard while scrolling because when I woke up it was dark outside. I reach for my phone so that I can send Chloe a message, but I cannot find it. I thought maybe it fell in between the cushions of the couch like it had done before so I stand to take the cushions off, but they don’t come off… the couch is just a shell. It’s like someone came and sewed everything into place. I am standing in my living room completely confused. I’m still sleepy so maybe I just have not fully woken up yet. My head hurts, the kind of headache you get when you didn’t get enough sleep. My mouth is incredibly dry, and for some reason, it sort of feels like someone beat my ribcage with a bat. No more sleeping on the couch for me. I call for Gunther, but he just keeps sitting there like he doesn’t hear me. I sit back down to collect my thoughts when I realize, this doesn’t even look like my actual living room. These are my things; these are my walls, but everything looks picture-perfect and not totally real. I start to walk around my house, my bed is made as if a maid service had come while I was asleep. There wasn’t one speck of dust anywhere to be seen. At this point, I am starting to accept the fact that I’m actually asleep because this has to be a dream world. I’m a pretty tidy person but this is beyond clean, it’s as if my house was in some online showcase and I somehow ended up there. I’m still so tired though so maybe I need more sleep and I will wake up and head to the cabin with Chloe. I go into what looks like my room and crawl into what looks like my bed. I keep trying to pull the covers up around me to snuggle but they keep smoothing themselves out like magic. Whatever. I’m just going to sleep. What’s crazy, Is I don’t even need my cell phone to help me go to sleep because just like that I was ….. sleeping. I open my eyes and feel completely caught up on sleep. No more headache, no more rib pain, and no dry throat. It feels like I have slept days and completely recharged my body. I can see daylight coming in through the curtains so either I slept right through the weekend, or I need to get in the car and head to the cabin. I stand up and start to head toward the living room to search for my phone when I see myself in the mirror. How did I sleep that hard but look this put together when I woke up, and when did I change into this outfit, or better yet where the hell did this outfit come from? My hair is neatly pulled back into a slick ponytail without one flyaway present. It looks as if I have spent hours contouring my face, but I don’t even remember putting makeup on. I am wearing a black fitted shirt, black fitted jeans, black boots, and a yellow flannel shirt is tied around my waist. What is going on here? No matter what was going on I HAD to find my phone. I can’t even call out if I was kidnapped without my phone! I go to the living room where I remember having it at last and start looking. Gunther is sitting there happy watching me. I look under the couch – nothing. The cushions still won’t come off so I can’t look there. I looked under and around everything in my living room without any luck. I decided to go outside and check my car, maybe I was so sleepy I didn’t actually bring it in. When I opened the door, I realized there was something going on here for real. I wasn’t asleep – I don’t think. The yard was full of red hearts floating about a foot off the ground. I had to sift through them to get to my car. My neighbors were all outside pleasantly walking their dogs or playing with their children but none of them seemed to notice me. Their houses had some hearts in the yards as well but not the amount mine did. We have a homeowners’ association for crying out loud. They don’t even let us decorate for Halloween if it’s all in the grass. How are all these hearts ok?