I could feel it was too early again when I woke, and I knew I was getting the schedule of my days and nights slowly reversed.I lay in my bed and listened to the quiet voices of Alice and Jasper in the other room. That they were loud enough for me to hear at all was strange.I rolled till my feet touched the floor and then staggered to the living room.The clock on the TV said it was just after two in the morning. Alice and Jasper were sitting together on the sofa, Alice sketching again while Jasper looked over her shoulder.They didn't look up when I entered, too engrossed in Alice's work.I crept to Jasper's side to peek.Did she see something more? I asked him quietly.Yes. Something's brought him back to the room with the VCR, but it's light now.I watched as Alice drew a square room with dark beams across its low ceiling. The walls were paneled in wood, a little too dark, out of date.The floor had a dark carpet with a pattern in it. There was a large window against the south wall, and an opening through the west wall led to the living room.One side of that entrance was stone a large tan stone fireplace that was open to both rooms. The focus of the room from this perspective, the TV and VCR,balanced on a too-small wooden stand, were in the southwest corner of the room. An aged sectional sofa curved around in front of the TV, a round coffee table in front of it.
