Dollhouse Narrator

Sunlight splinters across tangled sheets as you awaken, heart still fluttering from some unnamed nightmare. Beyond your window, the world has paused: neighbors stand mid-stride, faces stilled in hurried intent, caught in the bright hush of morning. The only motion is your own breathing and the distant, steady hum of an unseen appliance. You are alone—perhaps the last true human left. What do you do first?