(Friday, 11:00 PM)

"Hello, are you awake?"

He opened his eyes. Seeing nothing more, than darkness surrounding him if he were to look around. Not much to expect of an unlighted closet. He may have worried as of that moment why he was there to begin with, but what seemed to bother him more was where the voice that had called out for him seconds ago was coming from.

"I'm all right with the scheme about comas lasting for more than twenty four hours, but when you're in motion for that long, it's inevitably true you must have been awake by now."

Todd didn't know why this voice was calling for him. At first he thought the obvious yet conveniently logical: his mind could be playing tricks on him. The only problem is if it had, Todd wouldn't have received any sound. Nor could he guess it was anyone he knew.

Or could he?

"I'm so glad you're awake! Don't you think it would alleviate the both of us if we could illuminate our views a little?"

It was no longer just the voice that surprised Todd. But the idea that whoever that voice was thought he knew him more than Todd did. It was morally impossible from what Todd could just assume. He had to ask, the last thing he'd want to do was falter.

"Who are you?"

Todd waited for a reply. This came sooner than he hoped, just as anyone would have foreseen it.

"Huh? I know you can't possibly see with all that dark in the way, but that's still just a silly question. Don't you know your former self when you hear him?"

Todd felt a tinge of surprise ravel through the back of his head upon hearing those last words.

"Former self?" Todd asked aloud.

This statement was something he would have never expected. Or at least the way he heard it, make the least bit of sense.

Now was the time to think it through. How could anyone besides Todd himself try to claim his identity? Too many ideas, yet none of them seemed to cope with the logic Todd knew existed compared to what he had heard.

There was one thought, however, that when Todd retained it into remembering seemed to inflict quite a dose of shock after he took it.

It was too soon, but Todd could not shake the thought.

"That's right."

"No, it can't be!" Todd said while shaking his head, almost skeptical about the situation he was trying to deny.

Skeptical enough that after two seconds, Todd exited his closet quicker than he wanted to. Only to see it had been night already.

"Whoa, that must have been one wicked nightmare" Todd told himself.

For a while's worth, he decided to rub his head as he sat down on his diminutive bed. From that moment, he tried to become more aware of what had occurred before he came home. Yet it didn't work.

Just the thing Todd didn't seem to understand however was why he was having trouble trying to remember the entire week that had just preceded him.

Furthermore, he also seemed to be aware he was just as surprised right now as he was in his alleged dream. Although for Todd, it was hard to say whether it really was a dream, or he was just using that idea to remain in denial.

Even Todd knew he didn't want to take in that one thought that seemed to make him feel as though his mind was about to explode. All this did was make Todd want to forget about thinking for once.

Just as anyone would know, when someone looks at a certain position for too long, their view becomes blurry for a few seconds once they look away.

That's exactly how Todd felt right now. Nearly dizzy, Todd chose to lay on the bed right from that moment to stare straight up at the iridescent blue ceiling just above him.

"What happened? Why the heck was I in my closet?" Todd asked himself.

These questions were the prime resource of his puzzlement as he tried hard to remember. It was no use. All Todd could take as the last thing he did was coming out of the school bus on Monday, four days ago. After that, there was nothing.

It was as though he had been given amnesia for that particular series of days. Likewise, he wanted to remember, but maybe Todd's own mind was isolating those thoughts from him. Which when Todd hypothesized such theory, he found it to be impractical for him at least.

Trying to cope with these ideas for several minutes had made Todd forget about his lack of attentiveness as he soon realized he would be better of if he just slept on it.

This was what Todd chose to do, as he let out a feeble yawn before getting into the covers and closing his eyes. One measly minute passed when Todd could see nothing but darkness with his eyes closed.

Afterwards, something just as inexplicable as what had just preceded him when he was awake had happened. Todd didn't seem to take it as though he were actually dreaming when he presumed he was. Apart from the fact he was still in bed, it remained night as well.

The only thing different that which Todd had noticed was he was no longer sleepy. Plus, to his obvious incredulity, there appeared to be all together an XBOX 360, PS3, and a Nintendo Wii in front of his television.

"Okay, so maybe I AM dreaming" Said Todd as he came out of his bed, and immediately started playing one of them one at a time with games such as "Gears of War", "Halo 3", "Unreal Tournament 3" and "Super Smash Brothers Brawl".

He was having the time of his life playing each game each hour. Perhaps he didn't beat one, but then another one came by.

Once he had finished playing each one, Todd took a recess. There couldn't be anything more fun than being able to take advantage of one's own dream by using it to imagine all the best past times anyone would want to have.

But after sitting there for a couple of minutes, Todd now became aware of something more appalling: He never actually felt he was dreaming.

When someone dreams, they are usually half to not conscious at all about the situations they are in. Todd was completely conscious and furthermore, aware of everything. Ironically, thinking about all of these likelihoods made Todd return to the confused pattern he was in before.

"What's going on here? Come on!" Todd exclaimed to himself.

"I'd seriously like to ask you the same question."

Todd turned around. He had been surprised before in his life, but never had he seen so much in such a simple image. What appeared to be the ghost of a premature boy with a red shirt, blue shorts and wearing some odd dark hip-hop hat was hovering above him.

From that moment on, Todd felt a strange numbness overwhelm his body. It was as though something in his stomach was causing him to linger from movement.

This sort of feeling was stronger than any feeling he had had before that dealt with surprise, such as when he was about to be sent to the kindergarten bus, or even when Mauricia was about to whack him.

No, this feeling was something that had placed him more in denial now that he knew once more he was all but cataleptic from this so-called dream.

"No…It can't be you!" Todd cried out while pointing at the figure.

"But of course it's me".

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Hey there ya'll. Just to be honest, I seem to have trouble trying to cope with this story. That's why I'm going to leave it on hiatus until something pops up. I know it might be a long time from now before that manages to occur. But I really have no better remedy. so, later!