He sleeps so sound in his bed,look at him ,
laying his head on his pillow case hands tucked under his chest ,
I'm here.....but then who the hell is in my bed?! am I dead?
its mealy a dream I guess, How is it possible to watch myself rest?
But now that I think of it, I'm not really asleep-staring down at him from the top corner of my room as I had perceived ,
was it a dream?
no, not such vivid imagery,what does it mean?can anyone tell me?
wait that cant possibly be me! or maybe it was, or maybe it is ,
or maybe my soul has left again and now I'm a wisp ,
so I tried to touch him but ended up clawing,After I noticed
my missing arms wrists hands and fingertips made me panic in their absence, I tried to call him but stuck silent...
attempted to wake up but couldn't move my eyelids ,
*_shrieks as I fell from it_*
(Spiralling-spiiiirrralling-spiralling)
I smash into him!
I wake in cold sweat......i'm back again!?
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