When we got back to where we started from, we noticed things had changed. If someone had told us everyone had moved two feet to the right, we would have believed them. But no one else seemed to have noticed. They moved along the same tracks they always had. Automated, almost.
We kept bumping into things, stubbing our toes, reaching for things that weren’t there, but close. Three days in, and we couldn’t shake the feeling. Something wasn’t right. Maybe it was us, we said, when we’d wake up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep.