The Story that Ends

This is a story that has an ending.  Really.  Don't believe me?  I can prove it; I already know how it ends.  I'll tell you...

Brandon's eyes squinted open as the harsh sunlight filtered through his bedroom curtains.  He opened one eye fully and looked around tentatively, getting his bearings.  He let out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding when he saw his familair surroundings.  He was home, in his bed.

His football trophies stood dusty on the shelf across the room, as always.  A pile of clothes lay rumpled at the foot of his bed, right where he had left them.  He glanced at his clock; 9:47 a.m.  It all seemed right.

He rubbed the back of his head as he pulled his legs out and onto the cold floor.  Despite himself, he smiled ruefully.  It had all felt like a dream, but he knew better.  He knew everything that had happened in the last week had been real.  Well, it had...