Until last night, Guest's day had been ordinary.

They spent the day as usual, returned home, washed up, and went to bed, thinking tomorrow would be another day just like any other.

And then, morning.

Guest slowly opened their eyes to the sunlight brushing against their face.

The first thing they saw was not a ceiling, but the sky.

Still half-asleep, they blink a few times.

What's supporting their back isn't a bed, but grass and soil.

All around were low mountains, fields, and a dirt road stretching into the distance.

They definitely fell asleep in their room last night. Yet here they were, lying by a roadside they'd never seen before, still in their pajamas.