I wake up not knowing where I am. I know who I am and where I come from, but this place is not familiar to me. I remember everything about my life, except how I ended up here. There is something different about this place, but I cannot explain what it is. Something just doesn’t feel right. What is missing here? I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Looking around the room, I notice how old and cozy everything looks. I am in a comfortable, large bed, with a fluffy pillow and a warm quilt. Next to the bed is a simple, round table, with a lantern sitting on it. The lantern provides the only light for the room, other than a single window. There is another table in the corner. This table is a little taller than the one next to the bed and holds a pitcher inside a bowl, with a towel folded neatly and placed in front of these items, and a bar of soap. The only other pieces of furniture in the room are a small wooden desk with one drawer and a chair.

The closet is hidden behind another large quilt, and is right next to the solitary window covered by a smaller quilt. The walls, floor and ceiling seem to be made of old wood, like the place was built more than a hundred years ago, and there is no source of electricity. No television. No stereo. Nothing modern. There is a stale smell to the air in the room, like the place needs a serious airing out.

I can barely hear the voices from the other room, and assume that the owners of the voices are talking in hushed tones. It sounds like they belong to a man and a woman, though I cannot make out what is being said.

The bed is softly comfortable, and I drift back off to sleep.

*****

“You are finally waking,” says a male voice as I open my eyes. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” I answer, looking around the room again. ‘Where am I?”

“You are home. Where else would you be?” His smile seemed genuine, but I knew this couldn’t really be home. Where was my television?

“You have a big lump on the side of your head. Do you remember how it got there?” The doctor seems very concerned. I notice that he is wearing very strange clothing. He is dressed like someone from the eighteen-hundreds.