Vincent

Prologue

"Hey."

I hear a voice inside my room.

"Hey..."

A voice that is so familiar.

"Hey... wake up."

I think I've heard that voice somewhere.

He pokes my shoulder. "Wake up, will you?"

I keep my eyes shut. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to know who's talking to me.

"I feel so lonely, so wake up, please."

I sigh, then after a moment, I open my eyes and turn my lamp on.

The light hasn't touched the place he's standing, so all I can see is his silhouette.

"Finally..." He says. "I thought you'd just ignore me."

I frown. "Who are you?"

"Me?" He points at himself.

"Who else would it be? There's no one in this room except you and me."

"Oh."

Goodness.

"Look, this is a dream, right?" I rub my eyes.

"I... I don't know?"

I yawn. "It's fine if you don't know." I get up and sit. "Just who are you?"

"I don't know."

I frown again. "Why don't you know?"

He doesn't answer.

I sigh. "Forget it--"

"If you don't know me, then I don't know myself too." He says.

"Huh?"

"I am you, after all."

I give him a questioning look. "You... are me?"

"Are you that blind?" He walks closer to me and kneels.

I am shocked.