Cyrus woke to the sound of music. A flute. He didn't remember his neighbors ever playing the flute and it was clear that this was an experienced player. And why was the sun so bright? He could see the glow through his eyelids. Did he forget to close his blackout curtains before going to bed? No, he'd never have gotten to sleep with them open, not with that damn streetlight. Slowly, he opened his eyes fully and saw... a blue sky? What the hell happened to his roof? He blinked a few times. That can't be right.

He bolted upright. What the hell was going on? Where was he? Looking around, he found he was in a clearing. His room and everything that had been in it were gone, except for his bed and him. What kind of prank was this? Did his friends actually dose him and leave him in a forest?? Those assholes. This was too far. They were going to get an earful for sure.

As he looked around, he realized the sound of the flute which woke him was slowly fading away and he could another sound now. It sounded like a horse and carriage. Why was there a horse and carriage in the middle of a forest? This was the 21st century. Even in the middle of a forest, that seemed unlikely in this day and age. Unless it was the Amish. It must be the Amish. What other explanation could there be for a horse and carriage in the middle of a forest?

He stopped for a second, realizing just wondering all these things got him nowhere. He needed to investigate. Figure out where he was and how he was going to get home.

Or he could go back to sleep. Surely, this must be a dream.