I wake up.
". . ."
I move silently across the room.
There are no windows or doors.
The root and floor block light from coming in.
Without light, I move around without purpose.
I see movement from the corner of my eye.
The room is empty, however.
How can I see, when there is no light?
I do not know my name, purpose or reason for existing.
Where am I?
"It appears you have woken up," a voice said.
"Well, to be more specific, your "conscious" now."
I look in the direction the voice came from.
There is nothing.
"this is a dream. Or, should I say, you're in a coma. This isn't "real". Or is it. Whatever you believe is fine."
I stare at nothing. What could be saying those things? I wonder.
""What" is a good question; I am you, you are me." The voice said.
"We are both the same, you know what I am thinking, I know what you are thinking.
I walk to the wall from where the voice came.
"Let me out," I say.
The voice laughed.
"If you cannot let yourself out, then who can? I am you, and you are me. What you cannot do, I cannot do either."
"Are you a clone of me?" I ask out loud.
"That was a foolish question. Even if I was a clone, I would still have a conscious different than yours. I cannot copy someone's mind. I literally am YOU." The voice had a hint of anger to it.
I am silent for a moment, then:
"How do you know about his place when I don't, andhow do you know these things without my knowledge?"
"You do know. You cannot think straight." The voice calmed down. "If you were to start thinking to yourself, everything should come to you. This "place", your "mind", it exists for a reason."
"What is the purpose of this place then?" I demanded answers.
"If I were to tell you, there would be no reason for you to be here." The voice clears its throat. Not that we can see it happen. "You know why. You can find out for yourself. You wish to leave, don't you? Well, you trapped yourself in your mind intentionally."
"I would never do that!" I scream.
The voice snickers. "But you did. And because of that, you're here. Listen, your "mind" is a world you created, meant for you."
"Will I ever be able to leave?" I gather my courage and ask.
"Yes. When you trapped yourself, you made sure you could leave. Whether you want to or not after this will be up to you. Farewell."
"Wait wh-" I begin to say as a person identical to myself appears in front of me. I lose conscious and the last thing I remember is him, myself, smiling as I said, "Don't die."
