As I hiccupped and sobbed, I pulled at the handmade bracelet until the string snapped and tiny beads scattered everywhere. The tears started to flow harder and I began to frantically gather the beads of the bracelet. With one hand full of beads, I use my other to wipe the last of the tears from my face. As I reached down to collect more beads, I noticed that the flooring in my bedroom was different. Rather than being light, the hardwood had darkened a few shades. More than that, the hardwoods in my room were now dark brown, unsanded, and unstained. As I surveyed my surroundings, I realized I most definitely was no longer in my bedroom.
