Looking around the rest of the room, Cliff quickly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his glasses. As he put them on and the room snapped into focus, he was greeted by a shocking development. This was definitely his room, but it was his room from nine years ago when he'd still lived in his parents house. Everything was here, the lame gaming posters, the collections of playing cards, even the old dreamcatcher he'd received as a gift when he was ten. There was no escaping it.
