I walked into a room. It had a person that looked familiar laying on a bed in a coma. I recognise that person as me. A nurse walk into the room right past me like I'm not there. The nurse checks the blood pressure of the coma me. It looked ok from where I sat. I sprinted out of the room and to the bathroom and Yeeted into the mirror thinking it'll will let me though. It didn't. I knock three times and say mirror mirror on the wall take me to the world that's evil. I ran into it again. It worked this time. I walk to the office to see my evil twin to check in with them.
Me: hey
Twin: wuddup
Me: you won't believe this
I woke up suddenly covered with sweat and I check the time. It was 3am. Of course. I had random dreams at 3am. Why does this happen to me? The dreams are getting on my nerves. I wish there was a way to get rid of them. TIL then I'll have to suffer
*flashback*
I sat with anxiety hitting me. The nurse came and called me. I go into the office. The nurse tells me that I'll never feel the same again. I didn't know what she meant but I took the news and left. The nurse said sorry. I forgave her.
