The Room

I was violently thrown from my dream-reality with a feeling of being tossed full-force into a concrete wall. But when I opened my eyes, which I had clenched closed so tightly that they felt like they were bruising, I was in the room with the soft walls. I was lying against one of the walls, but there was no blood, no long scar on my arm. Without the pleasure of the hot, seeping crimson, my mind returned to film-noir grey depression. I didn't know what to believe anymore. Nothing seemed real, but nothing seemed fake either. What the hell was going on...?

The End

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