My Special Little Friend Forever (Jason The Toymaker x Reader) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 8

I open my eyes to a room with sunlight creeping through the curtains and pooling onto the floor. My hands reach instinctively up to my eyes where I wipe the sleep residue out of the corners. I sit up slowly in my bed and pick up my phone, which is on my nightstand. 'Did I put it there?'

I have no notifications aside from a few social media ones that I'll probably check later. The time reads 8 am. 'When did I go to bed?'

I decided that I'd eat breakfast then text Paige. She's probably worried about me but I'm, like, really hungry so breakfast first. Food before friends, at least for now.

I walk over to the kitchen a faint feeling of being on autopilot is taking place. All the more reason to occupy my mind with some confusing questions that are gnawing at it. First off, was I dreaming?

I'm pretty sure I was dreaming, I mean, you can't wake up if you're not dreaming first, right? So that's a yes on dreaming... I guess. Second, what was I dreaming about??

I... don't know? All I can think of is... nothing. I hate it when I want to remember my dreams but I draw all of the blanks. Whatever, it probably wasn't even that important if I forgot it

(are you sure?)

I finish making breakfast and head over to the table. I sit down and listen to the stillness of the house. I look at the dust that floats so effortlessly in the sunlight wading through a window. 'I wish life was like that. So effortless and easy.'

My attention soon wanders to the details of the room. The dusty corners that haven't met a Swiffer yet, the scrapes on the plate I'm using from previous experiences with forks and knives, and some soap stains on the side of the kitchen sink. The house could overall be in better shape, but these little details simply don't matter.

In fact, the only real detail that concerns me is why have I not heard from Mom yet? 

((A/N) Double upload!)