Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

Bobby's house just got really weird. I hope it wasn't my fault.

So, I woke up today expecting a breakfast in bed, like usual. But uh... where the heck are we?!

Look diary, I don't really appreciate the vibes you're giving me right now. I'm already saddled with guilt from sneaking around unsupervised but you being judgemental is not helping. We have much bigger problems to worry about.

Like, why is my bedroom connected to a white void? What am I going to eat? I haven't had breakfast yet, and now I'm not sure if I'll be eating breakfast ever again.

Also, why is there a talking bird in my room?! And what is up with all the eyes?

This better be a dream.

Love,

Tina