It was Christmas Day and Allan was alone. He was visiting his parents in the town where he grew up, but the morning had come and gone with gifts and breakfast, and now everyone had retired to their rooms for the afternoon. It was only natural after everyone stuffed themselves with so much breakfast, but Allan was bored. The spark of Christmas had truly disappeared this year after a relatively unexciting morning, and now there was truly nothing to do. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate his parents or his gifts, but Christmas just didn’t feel special this year.
He was in his childhood room, now converted over to a spare bedroom for when his parents had guests over (like himself, these days). Allan looked out the window and sighed deeply. He looked at the houses near him and wondered what their Christmases were like. He started tapping his fingers on the windowsill, humming to himself. ‘I wish that I could find the spark in Christmas again’, he wished to himself.
There must’ve been some magic in the wish he made, as he felt a sudden uneasiness take over his body. Something felt odd and alien about the room, despite that he’d been in there for nearly an hour. He turned around and looked at the bed, and the shelves, and some other things scattered about. He recognized them as his parent’s things, yet everything seemed so foreign. He scratched his head, running his hands through his thick, unkempt hair. He just had to cool off.
Allan went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water tap. He let it run for a few moments before cupping his hands under the flowing water and collecting some water to splash on his face. He looked up in the mirror, still feeling a little distressed. He looked over his own face. It was him. He didn’t know what to expect, but everything just felt so off.
He went back to his old room and fished into his suitcase, grabbing a hefty sweater. Staying here was shaking him up. He went downstairs and called out, “I’m grabbing a coffee from the shop, anyone want anything?” His voice cracked on that last word as he choked getting it out. There was no response from anyone in the house. Allan figured they must all be asleep. He grabbed the keys to his dad’s hatchback that he used to drive and unlocked the car on the fob. Allan then slid on his boots, grabbed his jacket, and was out the door.