Mia woke up to find herself on the ceiling, covered in blankets but not in her bed. How did I get here? She felt dreary, recognizing a wrenching migraine, but couldn’t understand why. She recollected that she had gone to bed at a decent hour the night before. Unlike her regular late-night benders, last night she fell asleep around 10pm out of sheer exhaustion. The benders had likely caught up to her.
The trees outside her window were above her and the blue sky had become the floor. It made no logical sense. How could this happen? Am I in a dream? She got up to inspect her room. To her surprise, her bed, desk, dresser, printer, and other furniture were now also on the ceiling in a hodge-podge clutter. The hangers from her clothing rack were scattered across her room, the clothes that belonged to them flung all about. I need some coffee.
She started down the hallway towards the kitchen, agonizing over her migraine and the sudden mess she wasn’t sure how to address. The kitchen was an even bigger clusterfuck. The fridge that used to be on the floor was now digging into the ceiling fan, protruding through the drywall, wires and insulation were slowly crumbling out. And to make matters worse, the pantry experienced its own reckoning; all of her cereal, rice, and coffee had spilled out, contributing to a mess so spectacular that she started to weep. She couldn’t even make herself a cup of coffee to actualize what the fuck happened here.
She climbed on top of the couches towards the front door to try to understand why this was happening, and how she had slept through all of it. She struggled to open the door, only to realize it brought her to the roof. She stumbled out to find her house was literally flipped upside down, among a neighborhood of houses flipped into similar situations. She noticed her neighbors rifling through their own rubble, coming to understand that she had slept through a major storm. She had missed the countless news warnings urging citizens to relocate. The benders had likely caught up to her.