Mark awoke one morning to the sun peering through his curtains. He felt as if something had happened but he didn't know what. He slowly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Once he got in there he looked at his reflection through the mirror only to notice that he had strange lines around his mouth area.
He so noticed that his eyes were now more like buttons than of eyes but yet he could still see. He wasn't sure that what he was seeing was real or not so that put him a bit on edge.
He just sighed and continued on with his daily routine. It was after he ate breakfast he felt like he was being pulled or dragged along to do something else. He wasn't sure what but he knew that whatever he was being pulled off to do it must have not been good. And how right he was when he found himself not being able to move on his own and being pulled back by an unintended identical force. Mark began to panic not knowing what he should do. So he sat there thinking of a way to get out. he began glancing around the room and eventually stopped when his eyes landed on a pair of scissors. He eagerly walled over to the pair of scissors and  tried to pick them up but found that he couldn't.
He felt defeated. He felt small and weak. He felt things that he would rarely feel. This was odd for him. He was always so manly and hardly scared of anything including; being in his own skin, and controlling his own movements. He wouldn't give up until he got these strings off. He tried and tried again,but no matter how hard or how many times he tried to pick up those scissors he hadn't been able to move an inch from his previous position. He was frustrated with how difficult the task of just picking up scissors was for him at the moment. That's when he thought; "Wait a minute, I normally don't feel like this when I'm awake." "So maybe this might be a dream!" "It just has to be!" "I might just have to die or get hurt in some way just to end this dream...Hmmm..."
Mark found himself thinking of various ways he could hurt himself just to get out of the dream he was in.

It was then when an idea struck him;
"I could try running really fast into a wall and knocking myself out so I wouldn't have to hurt myself that badly!" "I think that should do the trick."

"Imma try this out...Well...Here goes nothing!"

Mark started into a fast sprint and he went as fast as he could. When mark hit the wall he immediately passed out on the ground.

When mark had reawoke he found himself back in his bed in his room. He looked around sensing nothing wrong this time and he smiled. He was finnaly back home. His real home, in the real world.

Mark laid down once more thinking about the dream he just experienced and thought that maybe he should write it down before he forgot it. He quickly grabbed his journal and his pencil from his nightstand and frantically started to write. Recalling every little detail about the dream. When he was satisfied by his writing he set his journal and his pencil back in their place and laid down once more. This time however, mark fell into a blissful and calm sleep.
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(THE END)
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I hope you fellow readers out there like this story. I honest to god tried on this. This story came about from one of my dreams...Yeah...And I didn't want to forget it so I wrote it here.8) so anyways tell me what you think in the comments and as always, till next time my fellow readers!~ 8) 8) 8)