I look at him. An eerie sensation slides down my lifeless spine as my eyes adjust to him. He oddly looks the way I did, fifteen years prior. My snow-colored cheeks are resting on the chilly floor tile...
I glance around, and quickly I'm confused. Something feels, off. I turn and glance at my pillow, which is lying there with a fresh puddle of drool. I never saw myself to be the type to foam at the mou...