(August 2015 note: short, sorry, i liked the flow better this way)
(5.13.17 I knew I had a third part! I could have sworn I already posted it, sorry!)
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Am I finally dead...?

But... My chest hurts. It wouldn't hurt if I was dead.

So, am I sleeping?

I had never been consious of my sleep. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes it was hours later. But that wasn't the case this time.

Am I dreaming?

I dreamed so rarely, and so lucidly when I did, that I could never be sure if it was a dream or a memory. But this time I was consious of my dreaming state, and that alone alarmed me.

Hey, did you know?

Games always have rules.

It's decided from the beginning.

...But you knew that, right?

I opened my eyes.