“Congratulations, You’ve Chosen Poorly”
Laura Arnott
[Note to reader: This story does not follow a single path. At any moment, you may choose differently. Choices loop, rupture, and sometimes vanish. Nothing here behaves.]
You wake up in your bedroom.
Or you were already awake. It's hard to tell.
The light is wrong - not morning-wrong, but uncategorisably wrong, like someone photoshopped the air. Nothing buzzes or hums the way it’s supposed to.
Your bedsheets feel like sandpaper. Your pillow has migrated halfway across the floor. You are cold, except for your feet, which are lava. You are wearing a hoodie you don’t remember putting on. You may not have taken it off in days.