A/N

So, I wanted to get my emotion out, yet not write a story about myself. So, I decided to put down my feelings and twist it up to make it look like Chell's. For some reason, today I felt like I was in a dream... probably because I only slept for four hours last night...

"Is this real? I feel like I am living a dream. I don't feel the sunshine on my skin. I don't feel the happiness of freedom. I don't feel the dirt underneath my feet. I have lost all sense.

Am I dreaming? Of course, I can't be. You can't be wondering if you are in a dream while you are in a dream. Never happens.

I don't feel like myself. I don't feel like doing anything worth doing. Sometimes things like this would suddenly happen during the day; I would just be testing and I would stare into the distance for a second, not thinking about anything, just staring into the oblivion, completely oblivious. Then I would snap out of it and just continue testing. But, I wasn't snapping out of this.

I just didn't feel the need to do anything, like my whole purpose of this life is over. Now, I have reached my goal, and I don't want it. I am finished. Gone. My life is now a clean slate, empty and ready to be filled again. So, I stood there, staring at the wheat, not even noticing it.

Who am I? Really. What am I now? Free? No, I don't feel freedom. You know, now that I think about it, I never actually wondered what life would be like after Aperture, I just escaped. I set my goals, and I full-filled them without a doubt.

I have no future.

I just did what my mind told me to do, but what am I now? What is my future? Staring at wheat? I have no motivation, no need to go on. I have no more life here. The surface was all a dream that seemed much better back then.

Goodbye, wheat fields and blue skies. You aren't my life. I turned back to the shed. This is my life. Aperture is my life. And with that, I stepped back inside that shack and waved my last goodbye to the surface world. Now, I go to my world.

My life.

My future.

Aperture."

Wheatley snapped the book shut. So that's why she came back! He carefully placed her diary on the shelf, where he saw her hide it. Wheatley knew he shouldn't be looking through her personal items, but he just couldn't help it. Every night before going to bed, Chell would write in it. Then, when she fell asleep, Wheatley would sneak in and read what she wrote. It was such an exciting adventure for him, reading her thoughts.

Every word he read, he inscribed in his memory data base, so he could read it whenever he wanted. Chell's words were beautiful, even if they were sometimes scary. Wheatley quietly snuck out of her room and down the hall. He then smiled as he remembered that there would be a whole new story tomorrow.

A/N

Me: What would you do if Wheatley read your inside story? *shudders* That would be creepy... Sorry that it is so short! I hope I can continue this soon!

My Conscience: Yeah right, like that'll happen.

Me: Hey! Anyway the awesome author of the day is... Manchita1 and her story Newbodies! I just felt like putting up an awesome author... I think I'll shut up now...