After a long stressful day of work, chores, and other boring activities, you finally decide to go to sleep for the night.
Then you wake up immediately. But everything is different now??
You're now in black and white... the wrong way. The appearance of your arms is now optional, and your bedroom has become a blank canvas aside from your bed and window.
On top of worrying how you'll ever financially recover from this, you somehow even forgot your own name! Above all else, this MUST be answered for.
Say her name!!
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>ANGELICA VON SHOODALE.
A giant textbook appears above your head, as if on cue, to identify you by name. You look to see the first name sounds familiar, but unfortunately the rest doesn't fit in the text box.
While you admire this name, and hope that the you in another reality is living their best life with such a glorious name, in this universe, you are unable to be called anything that doesn't fit in this rather limiting, non-rectangular, text box.
You continue to ponder what your family name truly is, instead of what it could've been.
>ANGELICA: open the window and check the time by assessing the relative position of the sun
>ANGELICA: Open the window and check the time by assessing the relative position of the sun
As you ponder how you still don't remember your own last name, you wander over to the window. Magically, it opens, giving you a somewhat perfect view of the outside world, which is also still a blank canvas for now.
Just out of frame though, you see the sun. And for a moment, without staring directly into it, you use your big beautiful brain to figure out what time it is. The sun appears directly above head, yet slightly off to the side, allowing your otherwise monochromatic exterior to cast a dull shadow. You reflect on this extra use of time and energy to provide shade to your body with an extra sense of wonder. What else could you be doing at this otherwise optimal time of day? Where could you go? These are both rhetorical questions, since you are of course, alone in this room. But hypothetically speaking, these questions may perhaps deserve an answer, at least while you figure out what the rest of your deal is.
So, to "rhetorically" ask yourself again - What could you do? Where could you go?
Examine Room
Your name is ANGELICA. After taking some much needed time figuring out what time it is exactly, you turn around to find all of your room decorations have reappeared. What a relief! Most of what you own has been lazily dragged along throughout the years. A LOT of your possessions need replacing for one reason or another, but they're all still YOURS. Whatever METAPHORICAL, or METAPHYSICAL, entity temporarily removed your possessions from this otherwise DEFINITELY not blank canvas must be found, and put to justice, SWIFTLY and EXPEDITIOUSLY!
You are able to take your mind off the HEINOUS injustice to see that your room is actually pretty alright. Though your bed and window leave much to be desired, the rest of the room paints a slightly better picture. You don't like much, but you kind of like FLOWERS. At least that's what you've gathered from BOOKS. The BOOKS guide you on many things, like how to eat, and sleep, and use a computer. These things could have been learned through other methods, but you are grateful nonetheless.
You're not ENTIRELY defined by lines printed on a page, though. You like to play VIDEO GAMES, and DRAW on your tablet, and do many other things that remind of flowers and your other wonderful possessions.
What will you do?