You wake up in your bed as you usually do. Your room is much the same as before, still slightly unnerving due to the presence of the chocolate box right next to your bed. It still really freaks you out for some reason. You would have disposed of it by now, but you can’t bring yourself to touch it and manage to stay conscious.
You decide to venture out to the living room, and there you see your mom.
Mom:
“Good morning. How did you sleep?”
You: