Moving Over

Flipping up the lid on the old laptop while sitting in a different spot feels like being somewhere else without leaving.  Another perspective from a different angle gives a rusty feeling of seeing something new.  Fine hairs sense changes in the air; it flows in unfamiliar patterns.  

Sounds reverberate their sonic dissimilarities.

Walls throw light to other spots.  Unsettling familiarity sets in.  Deja vu pushes its way through the door.

The time change makes the Sun sit weird for the time of day.  It'll seem normal in a few weeks.  Until then, sleep fights.  Dreams seem to know it, as well. 

Those long gone come back and sit for a spell.  It's as if nothing changed.  Then, back to the normal spot, memory removes the occasion.