You are flung onto a admittedly comfortable bed which manages to break any fall damage you might’ve experienced. Slowly raising your head you look around the room you find yourself in. To your shock you find yourself in a place totally unfamiliar to you, the walls were a tasteful pink and a few pieces of furniture dotted the moderately sized room.
An old fashioned vanity table with a mirror sat in one corner while next to the bed was a desk with a pristine looking rotary phone sat. A small chest sat next to the vanity table. Pleasant floral curtains covered the windows, althiugh some light shun through them. A few lambs were scattered about, all turned off for now.
A small self was the other side of the room. A closer built into the wall was also present in the room, filled with girly old fashioned dresses, blouses and skirts made for someone around 17 or 18 at the latest. Shooting up you realise you really shouldn’t be here. You’re a guy for starters, being here would be so scandalous... wait when have you ever thought about things being scandalous? Eh whatever it didn’t matter. What did matter is that you were in a strangers bedroom somehow and needed to get out.
Getting off the bed you are suddenly stopped in your tracks as you see a calendar. A calendar marking this year as 1955...
Did that crazy machine work? With a gulp you glance out the window, careful not be seen. The outside is the very picture of a typical 1950s suburb which you’ve seen in movies. Nothing out of place, just pure 50s. Looking at your hand you’ve noticed that you’ve gained a small watch, which seems to have come from the machine. It only further confirms the date on its display.
“Oh my...” You mutter in shock as you flop down back into the bed,
You’re out of time. Not knowing what to do and with no way to get back you think of your next move.