Then, sensation rushed back in. The itchy fabric of a couch cushion against your cheek. The faint, sugary smell of gingerbread hanging in the air. The low, comforting murmur of a television.

You blinked, your vision swimming into focus. You were lying on your stomach on the living room floor of your old house. The familiar, slightly-too-bright colors of a Christmas movie played on the screen. A bowl of half-eaten popcorn sat nearby.