But as I looked around, I noticed something strange. The clock on my nightstand read 3:47 PM - exactly one hour after Jane's call. It was as if no time had passed at all.
I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling a strange sense of disconnection from my body. My skin tingled, like pins and needles, and my senses felt heightened. I could smell the fresh laundry scent of my sheets, and hear the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
I stood up, feeling a sense of trepidation. What was happening to me? Was I alive again? And if so, why?
As I looked in the mirror, I saw my own reflection staring back - but something was different. My eyes seemed brighter, my skin smoother, and my hair more vibrant. I looked... reborn.
I gazed into the mirror, my eyes burning with a fierce determination. I was back, and I had a purpose. Revenge. Jane and George would pay for what they did to me. Mike, too, would suffer for his part in my humiliation.