Literature
Seeing Hitler
I groggily sat up in my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. My messy short blond hair hung in my eyes and face. That didn't stop me from noticing that feeling that somethings gone wrong. I adjusted my eyes to the bright lighter filtering through an opened window.
One window.
My bedroom had two side by side. And I had curtains. This window had nothing, not even a screen!
I looked around my room, panicked. The walls were missing their familiar posters and paintings. My bookshelf was gone and so was my closet.
In it's place were bare white walls, a single window, a single door leading out, my bed was iron framed, a three drawer d