America stared at the numbers displayed on his digital clock.
Abruptly, he could feel the change take place in his body. It wasn't a dramatic change, barely noticeable to the naked eye, but to Alfred it felt as if the world had suddenly taken a big step to the left. His room was exactly as it was a minute ago, but everything was different; a parallel universe solely within his head.
Alfred stood up and stretched his body. He reached for the ceiling, straining as far as his hands would go. He reached for the floor, first touching his toes, then lower, and finally pressing his palm against the cool hardwood floor. Standing straight up again, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the monthly calendar that he kept on his wall.
For a moment, he seemed to lose his determination as he eyed the date. The only indication that it was special was the light tracing of pencil circled around the square. As if the unobtrusiveness