The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was in a completely different place- no scratch that. Try time zone. IT was a grand ballroom with amazing detail in every surrounding. Cutlery and fine chine and high quality crystal flute glasses lined a long table at the far right of the room, filled with elaborate dishes, champagne, and sweet smelling wines. The people around me were all dressed in old-style formal clothing; black tuxes with cravats and long coat tails, and dresses that looked like they had several yards of tool under the skirts.
I felt a little odd about it all and even more so with the fact that I was just standing there in plain slight wearing jean cut-offs, a tank top, and sneakers. I went to grab a glass of wine from a waiter's tray as he passed by, but my hand went right through the glass.
"So I'm like a ghost, huh?" I asked no one in particular seeing as no one even noticed me. Suddenly, the doors at the other end of the room s