There's a significantly different feel in the air when you wake up and your arch enemy rules the world. The sun isn't nearly as bright and the utter silence of everything around you seems to press on your already chaotic brain. Then there's this vast blank of nothingness when you look to the future because it's so bleak you don't even want to think about it.
That's pretty much what happened to me when I woke up on that wet, Monday morning after the whole Disasteroid incident. My eyes snapped open with an unmistakable weight in my stomach, the nightmares plaguing my dreams all night becoming real as I gazed out my window into the cloudy sky. I honestly didn't know what to do. Should I get dressed like normal? Go to school and sit in class like nothings different? Should I still fight ghosts, or fly to school, or even go have a normal breakfast?
Eventually I did get dressed, though the complete silence of the house continued to send unnerving chills down my spine. I wore my usual clothes