You got up, stretching. You let out a long yawn. You started to the door, wondering what exactly should you ask. I mean, it seemed so real, how could it be fake? You could remember every sensation, but why? It had to be a dream, right? Or who was to say that this was the dream, and the other was the real world. Your head began to hurt as you started thinking of all of this.
¨Nevermind.¨ It took you a moment to realize that you spoke it out loud. Even if this was a dream, or was real, it hardly mattered. If you could feel real, then it hardly mattered.
Just as you decided to forget everything and get a cup of caffeine, suddenly, the roof ripped open with a force that caused the house to shake. Looking up, you see this mutated giant hand, devoid of skin and stretched with rotten flesh, reaching for you. You only had two thoughts in your head. 1) Maybe I should run? and 2) Wow, my life is really weird.
You look around to see what you could do. Do you embrace the gruesome hand, or do you run for it?
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and then Add to home screen.