Lately, I've been dreaming again.
And usually, I can tell the difference between my dreams and reality... but not anymore.
My dreams are blurring into reality and feel like memories to me.
When I opened one of my chats today I was confused.
I remembered texting this person.
I remembered having a conversation with them.
I remembered holding my phone in my hands and laying in bed.
But... our chat was empty as it had been for the past few weeks.
I also knew I had several callouses on my hands from work.
I knew this because I remembered coming into my room after work and running my finger over them.
But... when I turned my hand over this morning my hand was smooth.
And maybe I can't tell the difference anymore between dreams and the awake world.
Am I even awake now?
I don't know.
Maybe I'll wake up later today and find that all of this was only a dream.
Maybe I'm not even real.
None of this is.
And if I'm not real, then none of this exists.
My thoughts, this story, my relationships...
It's not real, is it?
I was just a dream all along wasn't I?
AN: An exaggeration of my feelings.
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