[ WP ] One day you wake up and notice your entire room is mirroed ( like in a mirror ) . Once you go outside , you notice it 's not just your house , but the entire world has been reversed .

When I woke up that morning, the bed felt distinctly more uncomfortable than I remembered. It was almost as if the grooves I had made through my years of lounging were all misplaced through the night. Nothing much worthy of concern. 
 
 Leaping out of bed, as often I did, something more felt unfamiliar. Primarily the fact that I banged my head on a rafter which usually occupied the other side of my bedroom. Awestruck and cursing to myself, I attributed the occurrence to falling asleep on the wrong side of the bed while watching Netflix the night before. This prompted a quick swivel to the side, only to see my television wasn ’ t even where I last left it, much less still broadcasting *Friends* reruns. It was then that I concluded something was wrong. 
 
 My confusion only grew as I continued the morning routine. Pants now had seams on the opposite side from which I was accustomed. None of the lights turned on when I flipped the switch closest to me in the dark. Just about every step caused my hip to crash into a piece of furniture that shouldn ’ t have been there. I wondered what was wrong with me. 
 
 No surprise, I couldn ’ t find the front door without some deliberation. It felt as though I accidentally attempted to walk into the backyard about ten times. Driving seemed as though it was a bad idea, because the protesters would most likely be blocking everything up. Well, and also the consideration that everyone was probably driving on the wrong side of the street this morning. Joke ’ s on me, they were. 
 
 It ’ s been about twenty years since I broke out my bike, and it was so rusted that I doubted it could still function, but that ’ s the only choice I had. Several people almost drove into me, and proceeded to launch an artillery of dirty names in the immediate aftermath. My feelings were hurt the most by a kindly old lady who started inventing new insults for me after I laid waste to her “ Stronger Together ” lawn sign. *And those people complain about the stuff our new President says*, I thought to myself… 
 
 Other than almost dying by vehicular manslaughter a few times, the commute to work that morning was pretty peaceful. The insurance company where I was employed seemed crowded to an excessive degree as I arrived, but I brushed it off as being a product of my lateness. 
 
 Let it never be said that I am an excellent employee. I love getting paid, don ’ t get me wrong, but nothing about my boring job makes me especially eager to get out of bed in the morning. This was probably the reason I felt no need to work any harder after getting to work, and it probably inspired more hesitance to productivity. Regardless, my eyes spent a lot of time darting toward the wall clock, anxiously awaiting the lunch break. 
 
 Regularly, my lunch consists of whatever is closest to going expired in my pantry. This particular day yielded some questionably colored casserole from my family gathering the last week. When I was little, my middle-school self would ’ ve killed for a bowl of the stuff. Unfortunately, my mother was definitely becoming a worse cook as age set in. Even the worst of meals beat starving, so I gulped it down. I ’ d dare say it was a positive dining experience, until Quinn walked in. 
 
 Quinn was the epitome of left-wing insanity, and the mirrored quality taken on by the world certainly didn ’ t change that. After an offhanded remark regarding the merit of conservativism, the guy wasn ’ t my biggest fan. His nose seemed especially pointed toward the ceiling on this particular day, almost as if he had a more refined sense of contempt for me than before. Now I'm not usually the kind to make a scene out of things, but I was aggravated, and he definitely needed to be put into his place. 
 
 “ So Quinn, how about that electoral map? ” I coyly joked to fuel his frustration. 
 
 “ Well, all I can say is it shows the extent that backwards thinking, uneducated bigots will go to make their point. Never should ’ ve been that close, ” he shot back. *Backwards you say? You have no idea*, I thought to myself while trying to hide a smile. 
 
 “ I think it also proves how much of a crybaby some people can be. What can you really expect though, when even their candidate can ’ t handle the results without locking herself in a room? ” I replied with some further probing. I implicated Clinton, so he was sure to react violently to that one. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know what you ’ re alluding to Joshua, but it ’ s obvious that you ’ re not seeking an intelligent conversation, so I think I ’ ll stop wasting my time. Typical Trump-supporting imbecile… ” he trailed off as he started to walk toward the exit. 
 
 “ You see here, you entitled tree-hugger! Just because your side lost last night, doesn ’ t mean you should be taking it out on me. Maybe if you guys put up a better candidate, then things would go your way! ” I got a little heated there, but his response aimed to belittle me, and I wasn ’ t going to let that pompous dolt get his satisfaction. He turned around. 
 
 “ What are you talking about? ” 
 
 “ You know exactly what I ’ m talking about. You supported a hypocritical crook, and it backfired on you! What ’ d you expect? ” 
 
 “ I expected the nation to know better than electing a barbarian who has never held office, and to instead repay the service of a devoted public defender, and they did. I have no idea what your problem is. Regardless of your problems with her, Hillary Clinton is the President of the United States. She won her 270 electoral votes, and there ’ s nothing people like *you* can do to change it… ” 
 
 Quinn proceeded to walk out, rolling his eyes. I slunk back into my chair, exhibiting a face of shock, and feeling as though someone had just punched me in the gut. It was only then that I had an explanation as to why the world seemed to be so different. *Where am I? *
