REVERIE: Twisted Reality

Day 22: A Secret Room

Alexandria Lennon

I headed straight to my room last night when I couldn't find my paper airplane and another weird thing that happened was I shouted as soon as I entered my room.

It's not like there was a giant nightmare inside my room.

'I must be going nuts.'

I went to sleep after that saga of oddness.

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When I woke up, I felt that weird feeling of precariousness again.

For some reason, I don't feel safe inside my room anymore.

I reached for the butcher knife that I have habitually put inside my pocket ever since buying it but it was not there.

I checked all my drawers and other the bed but it was gone!

Did I drop it in the living room?

I quickly got out of my room and went to the living room.

I found Joker sulking on the couch so I put the finding of my butcher knife on hold.

I sat beside him then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Why do you want to leave this place so badly? Is it not to your liking?" He asked me. I could see that he was really sad.

"I need to go back to reality." Did I really? "Plus, I don't want to be attacked by those creatures lurking around either." I added honestly.

"Those creatures?" He asked in confusion. When he realized what I was talking about, he got something from inside his coat and handed it to me, "I guess you do have a point. I'll be here to protect you but I'll still give you this. It should be enough to protect you from a nightmare."

I unsheathed the thing and it was a butcher knife! Like mine, except it was in neon green.

"I'd still try and leave this place even if you give me a thousand knives," I told him honestly.

His face turned downcast and he quietly asked, "Why?"

Why do I want to leave this place? The nightmares aside, the mansion is nice and I really like its interior. 

And Joker promised to protect me and I know I can count on him on that.

Though I can't really consider the inhabitants as my friends, I really enjoy their company.

Maybe life here in reverie could be much better than my reality but I don't know that because I'm already losing myself.

'But I don't know why I want to leave so badly. It just feels like the right thing to do.'

"The place is actually too much to my liking." I honestly admitted. 

The truth is reverie is indeed a fantastic place(nightmares aside) and I'd bet that many people would prefer to live here than reality.

But it's not real. 

It's not living. Just an endless dream and fantasies.

"This place is not real. It doesn't feel real to me." I honestly told him. 

Joker looked at me as if he can't understand what I was saying, "Does it have to be? You can stay here for as long as you want, and there is no one who can make you do otherwise. Who says that you have to return to reality?"

'What kind of thinking is that?'

I looked at him and disbelief while massaging my temples.