It was a stormy day when I started to hear keys on the keyboard of a computer tapping away as I was sitting on my bed, the sheets were white when suddenly the sheets turned satin under me, the sky shifted to night as if someone changed the settings of the day, I always wondered why these things always happened, I heard keys tap tapping all the time, every day of my life since I could physically remember, one time I swore my gender even changed, I started toward my desk where my laptop was sitting, bright pink when I was a girl, but as a guy, a silver and black Chromebook took the pink Dell inspiron's place. I opened the laptop and powered it on, myself I typed the words what does it mean when things abruptly change in your life into an off branded search engine, the search results loaded slowly, I researched for a few hours coming up with only weird book reviews where the character figured out they were just characters in a book, and they found out someone was writing, or reading the book they were in, the abrupt changes were the areas in their lives when the author would backspace before the book was published and still in editing levels of production, when they felt the dejavu effect, that was when the reader was rereading a sentence and such, I was so surprised by the books, and the characters had all explained the things that would happen to them, just as they had happened to me throughout my entire life. I started to question my existence, hoping for something to clarify my life and what all had happened for my previous time alive. I sat down on my bed, glancing over to see that the time was now three thirty three, those numbers always caught my eye, I laid down to sleep shortly after, I was aware when I was asleep because I never had dreams but that night was different, you appeared in my dream, you were reading the words that I was thinking, turning the page as I seen your thoughts, the character you imagine was clear to me, all you psychically know about me is that I am a guy, your imagination has created that skin tone and the body build, I had never glanced into a mirror, or seen a picture of myself, the image in your thoughts was exactly how I looked when I stood there and looked down at my own body. I woke up the next morning at sunrise, knowing only that I was a character in a book at that moment, but if the story were to end I wondered what would happen to me, would I be suspended in time, until the next person opened the book and read my stories first page, would my story continue in a next book, would I become part of a series, would fanfictions keep me alive for many more years, my thoughts clouded my life, I just wanted to know, I figured I wouldn't find anything else out until I slept again, so with that final thought I laid down, but before I could my tv switched on, the words crossed the screen and a voice spoke, "This is your author, you don't need to sleep, you need to just look around and you can find your answers, like now, on your tv screen." I gasped at the shock in my story that was happening, the voice spoke again "The reader just needs to write stories after the book is read, draw pictures depicting you, and if they do this then you can escape the pages you are stuck in, with that you can reach into the real world, you will no longer be just a figment of someone's imagination that way." I loved the idea that my life could be everlasting as long as art, and creativity still existed in the real world, the world I wanted to be a part of, I'm asking you now, since I know my story I coming to an end, please continue my life, draw, doodle, write, sing about me, my name is whatever you wish, thank you dear reader, I love you and don't let me die, or be suspended in time forever.