In the blink of an eye, the morning of the next day arrived.
Ewaan woke up to the sound of his alarm. He sat up, confused. He clearly remembered falling asleep in the sojourn room, but now he found himself in his bed. He took his phone and turned off the alarm, then noticed the date—6:01 AM, November 9th.
Seems to be the same day repeated, yet again. Despite this, his expression remained calm, just narrowing his eyes.
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine as he glanced around his room. The familiar surroundings felt oddly distant. He stood up and approached the balcony patio door, sliding open the curtains.
The morning sky, with its usual modern structures, did nothing to dispel the unease gnawing at him. His reflection in the glass showed him in his green pajamas with little black circles, exactly the same as before.