Adam pushed open the door of one of the rooms upstairs and stood still for a moment.
The tiny room was quiet. A bed sat by the window, sheets clean and neatly folded. There was a table, a chair, a small cabinet… nothing special, yet everything felt foreign.
He stepped inside slowly, taking in the room intently as if it might vanish the next moment.
"Hey, I'm not… you know, imagining this right?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The white-robed Adam answered, "This is real. Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?"
Adam ran a hand across the blanket. For a brief moment, the softness caught him off guard. Nearly two and a half years of hard ground, of nights under rain and stone, having to constantly look out for ambushes, and now… this.
For some reason, his chest tightened. The air felt heavier, warmer, and safer. Instead of sleeping on the bed, he lay down on the ground. It felt more convenient to him after all these years.
