Hello! Narrator here. At least that's what I call myself. Probably because anything else would be too confusing. In fact I remember one narrator named themselves carl or something silly like that. Nasty business that was, nobody could understand the narration. Like who was this carl person? Are they in the story, or are they someone else? Awful. Just terrible. Never be like carl.

*sigh*

I'm getting off on a tangent aren't I? Yes, yes, you came for the story, not for a narrator to complain about other members of the race of beings called the Narrators which just so happens to be completely unrelated to this story. Okay, tangent over. Moving on.

*Ahem*

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A hand mercilessly came down upon the helpless alarm clock and nearly flung it off the nightstand. Still, it did its job in waking up it's owner. Two eyes opened revealing brown dots on the white spheres humans might knows as eyes and a hand connected to the arm of the bedrooms occupant ran itself through the unruly mop of his hair as the man got out of his bed. But just who was this mysterious figure just waking up? Justin was the mans name, Justin Knowlton. It was his 24th birthday! Not that anybody cared enough to congragulate him on suffering through another year of his horrid life.

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Justin yawned and sat on his bed for a while, glancing around at the mess he called his apartment. Maybe he could call in sick and just stay home? "No, I tried that before. Cindy would call my bluff and probably threaten to fire my ass. Again." Yeah. His life sucked, but at least he had a job and walls that were thick enough so that nobody could hear him talking to himself out loud and think he was some kind of weirdo. Maybe coffee would help? A shower? "Eh, sure. Why not." A tired shuffle over to the coffeepot put a dampener on that. "Out of coffee. Of course. Like my life couldn't get any more ironicly terrible considering I work at a coffee shop. Haha, universe! Ha. Ha."

A shower would have to do, ooooo maybe he could even use the hot water he had been saving up! "Oh yeah baby. No cold shower for me today! Birthday boy wants his shower hot." Okay, so he wasn't a weirdo. He was just a normal man living in California who's so poor that he could barely afford a one bedroom/bathroom and one tiny kitchen apartment who just hapened to have the habit of talking to himself out loud. Perfectly normal. Yep. Was his situation normal though? Depends. Was it ever going to be after today? Yes, but not for a very very long time.

Justin opened his bathroom door.

Chirp chiiiiiiiiirp was a sound that a bird made in a tree that was clearly not one he had ever seen before since its leaves were the color of silver and the trunk looked like a giant child had grabbed two normal sized trees and twisted them into a spiral shape like they were made of play-dough. The tree was growing on... something, not that Justin could tell what it was since his brain was forcing itself to a point of overloading by processing the current situation of bathroom being just straight up gone and being replaced with an alien forest.

He closed his bathroom door.