In frustration, Amber gathers up her dirty laundry and strips the comforter off the bed. Taking a moment, she sees the pink decor inwardly both loving it and distressed by her enjoyment of it. As she stepped into the dark hallway she turned headlong into a wall.
"What?" Confused she reached around the door until she found a lightswitch. Like so much in the last hour she remembered her home. Still it was wrong, she was in another house. Taking a moment, she removed her thumb and flipped the light on. Uneasy, but trusting that this would make sense, she relied on muscle memory to get her to the laundry machine. She reached in the washer and pulled out what looked like more of her panties.
Even with the changes in her memories, these didn't look familiar. They were still stained, but seemed more mature, albeit smaller? She loaded them into the dryer, along with some of her parents things. Putting it out of her mind she continued to look around the room. The laundry room had a concrete floor which was far and away uglier than the tile she had in her parents home.
Walking to the galley kitchen, she spied a sticky note on the fridge with "Amber" underlined in her Mom's handwriting.
"Amber
Grounded chores:
Take out the garbage
Swap my laundry to the drier
Use and clean the bathroom"
Next to the note was a small calendar. Amber recognized it through the fog of her new and old memories, the red checks seemed to indicate it wasn't a chore chart. With fresh, hot embarrassment she realized it was hers and it marked her dry mornings. They seemed a bit more sparse than she would have guessed.
For now this was life and she had to made do until she could get the phone back. First things first, [pick one of the options below]