*three days later*
I was sitting on my bed in my room. It was midnight, and I was having troubles falling asleep. I had convinced myself not to call Shawn because he would be asleep.
Instead, I sat on my bed and wondered who in the hell Hexxafus was. I googled the name and nothing came up.
I wondered if Sammy was still up, because he also had these dreams.
Was he sitting on his bed like I'm sitting on mine? Will he or does he have to go to therapy because the dreams are getting too bad? Or is it just me?
And if it is just me, then does that mean that all of this is one big dream?
Am I dreaming?
I sat on my bed and I ran my left hand up and down my right arm. It felt real, but how'd I know it wasn't real?
I took off my socks and my bra and I looked at my toes.
They looked real.
My stomach, looked like my stomach, stretch marks and everything.
My legs looked like my legs.
My fingers looked like my fingers.
If I looked real, why didn't I ever feel real?
Was my whole life a dream?
I couldn't tell.
As if my life couldn't get any worse, my fingers started numbing. I couldn't feel my toes and I couldn't move my legs. What was happening? Was I finally falling asleep, or is this Hexxafus?
Before I passed out, I heard a voice whisper "He's here."
