In the middle of the night, i felt for the glass of water i left on the floor. But couldn't find it. What i did find was something which felt like fingers. Scared, i leant half of my body over the side of the bed. I saw his open hand showing from under it. I sat up halfways, leant one foot on the floor and took his hand. It felt rough and warm and plastic. I pulled hard and slowly and when his face was about to appear i opened my eyes and woke up. I saw him standing in the middle of the room, starring at me. I jumped paralyzed. Who are you? I asked and there was no reaction. He didn’t move, just stayed there starring. When i got to focus my sight i realized i knew him. What are you doing here, what do you want? He kept looking at me as if it was him who had made the same question in front of a mirror. And he was waiting for me, or maybe him, to answer. He starred at me for a while, then turned slowly around, opened the door and left. I stayed in my bed, very still, not knowing exactly what to do.

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