Sorry for it being long, its sort of a short story/poem. Enjoy.
Life is Just an Illusion
Lying me down upon my bed my mother kissed my forehead and stood for a while looking at me. “Now remember, if you ever have a bad dream just pinch yourself and you’ll wake up.” Her words were soft and gave me a comforting feel as I fell asleep. From that night on my life flashed before me like a tornado bringing me to my adult years. I had just bought a new apartment and was staying on my own.
A few days passed and a deep chill awoke me in the night, and when I stood up I saw a dark shadow hovering above me. At first I thought it was my imagination but after rubbing my eyes I still saw the devilish shadow lingering above me. In a moment of fright I screamed in horror and ran to my bedroom door to only see it bounded with chains and locks. Like a frantic dog I reached out to grasp the chains but my hands burned when touching them. Deep burn scars covered my hands but the strange thing was that I felt nothing; all I saw were the scars from my injury.
When turning to face the shadow opposing me I was overcome with fright and fell to my knees. Remembering my life in hopes of cherishing my last seconds of existence I remembered my mother telling me, “If you ever have a bad dream just pinch yourself and you’ll wake up.” So in a desperate act I pinched my soft skin and all of a sudden everything vanished and I awoke. It was a simple night mare, a dream causing immense fright and worry. But when looking around the room I was when I saw myself back in my old bedroom that I had when I was a little boy. Then when looking at myself through a small mirror on my wall I saw myself as the little boy I was when my mom first told me to pinch myself whenever I had a bad dream.
How could this be? My whole life that I had experienced was a simple figment of my imagination. I rubbed my head in confusion but as I did this I could see burned in scars that had the shape of a chain lock running across my hand. My eyes opened wide and my breathing stopped when looking at the scars that I had dreamed about, and from a small dark corner in my room I heard a fragile voice whisper, “Life is Just an Illusion.”