Something is wrong.
I looked away from Glasses Guy, down to my hands.
Fingernails that were on the longer side, which I wouldn't run around with—nowadays even without cutting my nails.
I looked at my palms; the head and heart line, which had been consisting of only one continuous line on my hands for as long as I remembered, was now separated.
Also, these fingers were more petite but longer than mine were.
These aren't my hands.
I looked up again and met Chelsea's eyes. She took one long look at me before she stood up and went to my side, grabbing my wrist to pull me up.
"We will talk for a bit; you continue to eat," she told the others.
When I stood up, I felt dizzy for a moment; my depth perception was completely out of place.
While Chelsea pulled me out of the hall, I stumbled along, the floor seeming farther away than I had been accustomed to.
Am I dreaming?
