I could feel the sunshine spilling onto my bed. I sighed and rolled over. I wasn’t particularly eager to begin the day.

Weekends didn’t hold much excitement for me these days, just more time to fill. It wasn’t enough that the car accident last summer took my sight, I had to lose all of friends as well. Turns out most sixteen year olds don’t like hanging out with an invalid. Whatever. I was over it. I’ll make friends in college.

It wasn’t all bad though. It was fortunate that my parents and my sisters had escaped the car accident with just a few bumps and bruises. They had been more than supportive. My mom left her dream job to start homeschooling me. My sisters even opted to start homeschooling as well. They said it was an act of solidarity. I appreciated it. I wanted to stay at my school, try and maintain some kind of normalcy but my mom wouldn’t allow it. The public high school didn’t exactly have a top notch braille program and she was worried I would fall behind. She was probably right.

I stretched and sat up. Not point in avoiding the inevitable. I opened my eyes and gasped.

I could see, I could actually see! Not just vague shadows and murky shapes but everything. As if the the accident had never happened.

I jumped out of my bed and looked around my room. Everything looked almost the same, except for the various knick knacks that had been stored away. It’s not like I could see my first place wrestling trophy from freshman year, so there really had been no point in leaving it out for me to eventually accidentally knock over.

I wrenched my bedroom door open and walked into the hallway. It was...different. It was similar but less solid. Like the house was some kind of movie set. But most out of place were the sheets of paper lining the top of the walls.

I looked closer at one of the sheets.

‘Jared’s favorite movies: Captain America, Transformers, Jumanji, Jurassic Park, Boondock Saints.’

Each sheet had various lists or stories involving me. My favorite video games, the time I broke my arm at surf camp, the phase I went through where I thought bleaching my hair was a great idea.

What could this possibly mean? Was I still dreaming? Maybe my vision was back but proving faulty. I cautiously walked toward the top of the stairs and peered down. My parents and sisters were sitting around the table eating breakfast. Except….except it wasn’t my parent and sisters. I sank to the floor.

This must be another side effect of the accident. Brain damage clearly. It’s not like I could have been living with four complete strangers the past year and not have known, right?

Then again, the entire accident didn’t make sense. The Doctor couldn’t understand how I had lost my sight. He could only attribute it to the hours that it had taken emergency personnel to find us after the accident. And why had it taken so long? Everyone else was conscious and we had only been twenty minutes outside of Roswell when the car accident happened. And then my friends…why would they not answer my calls? The braille devices my parents had ordered for me kept getting lost in the mail, I was entirely dependent on my family to dial the numbers when I tried contacting my friends.

I glanced down to the table again. They looked close enough to my parents and sisters but I was certain now, it wasn’t them.

“Jared sweetie, your breakfast is getting cold!” My ‘mom’ called from downstairs.

“Coming mom!”

I slowly stood up and begin walking down the stairs, careful to hold the banister and the wall as I made my way down.