I was prone on the floor, for one. It felt hard and displeasing; my poor ribs were sore all over. For some reason, I hadn’t snuggled into the comfort of my bed. Or ANY bed, for that matter. A quick scan of my surroundings, and I could see I was in some sort of hovel. With poor decoration, barely any furniture, cracked walls that hadn’t been caulked yet, a faulty drippy faucet, a tapestry that was quite passé, a picture frame of me, and- aw hell, it was my house, wasn’t it?