I Got Stuck Halfway Through Transmigration

A daydream: I transmigrated halfway and got stuck between two worlds, living in the cracks between them.

The protagonist's transmigration glitches from the start. They find that the view outside their bedroom window is completely different from before, and every day the window looks out on a random world.

But outside the living room is still their original world.

Because the other dimension is higher, once the protagonist steps outside, they can't return. So they never plan to leave, sitting halfway through their transmigration and watching the clouds drift and the stars fill the sky.

First person. Socially anxious shut-ins will rejoice. Extroverts should read with caution, as this may make you uncomfortable.

A story where I let myself go.

(About how I'm invincible as long as I don't leave the house.)

(I grow vegetables at home while watching the fierce fighting outside.)

(When I'm sunbathing in a lounge chair, the apocalypse suddenly breaks out outside. But what does that have to do with me?)

(I became a shut-in because of the pandemic. Though even without it, I wouldn't want to go out, since I don't want to go out alone and can't find anyone else to go with.)

Theme: A peaceful life is the most precious. I firmly support staying home in quarantine