It was surprisingly warm and comfortable all around me, but it was pitch black.

Was I dead...?

No. There was no bright light. So I wasn't dead.

I reached my hands out to feel the ground around me. It was soft...like carpeting.

I stood and blindly searched the room walking with my arms extended out infront of me. Not shortly after I stood up, I felt a wall. Running my hands along the wall I started to search for a light switch. But I searched all the walls in the room, but I couldn't find a light switch. In defeat I just sat back on the ground.

As my eyes started to adjust the room around me started to become clearer. 

I looked at the ceiling and saw a string dangling there. So I stood up and pulled it which turned on a bright light.

Once my eyes adjusted a bit to the light I looked around to get a better picture of the room.

As I did, my heart started pounding,  and I felt my hands start to pound.

It was my room. Not my room at Mark's house, but my old room with my adopted parents... I was home? I was home. Or so I thought.