For those of you who don;t already, I am God! No... wait a minute: I'm above God! I am above Satan! I am the one who changed: I manipulated myself. Life is perception; you have to know this in order to understand the story that I'm about to tell you!
This is me in my bed. I'm sleeping. This is me one minute later waking up in shock due to an annoying buzzing noise!
"What the heck?" I said.
"Hello!" A deep and harmonic lady's voice spoke.
Who are you?"
You know what? I should probably start sooner than this. I say we go back about half a day earlier!
This is me. Wait a minute: have I even told you my name? Well... it's Daryk Stone. Any ways... where was I?
Oh yeah... this is me in bed. I am sleeping again. It seems that in the morning I am never ready to wake up. Any ways,
that's beside the point. No! It is the point! Wait a minute. I'm confused. Uh... yeah... this obviously
proves just how distorted I really am! Any ways... where was I? Wait a minute, am I not repeating myself again? I've got to just quit
confusing myself and let this go. Now, where was I?
Oh yeah-I mean right, this is me up early in the morning looking out my bedroom window. I just can't help but think that something is
going to happen. It's almost september. So what? You think. Well, every September something bad happens! This is whether I know it or not. Last year it was my mother dying!
The year before, my father died. Come to think of it: I am probably the most distorted person you will ever meet!
"What the heck?" I say approximately twenty seconds after my alarm went off. Come to think of it: why did my alarm go off exactly at midnight on september 1st?
"Are you ready to wake up?" A high-pitched voice said.
"I am ready to wake up!"
Right now I am still wondering about this moment!
I opened my eyes. Slowly. Ever so slowly. I say this because what is supposed to be a simple task actually turns out to be quite hard.
Any ways, I finally adjusted my eyes. I realised I was in a white-colored room. It appeared to be a hospital.
Oh man... I am in way over my head.
Just then, a doctor ran in.
"Oh my god!"
"What?" I moan.
"How are you awake?"
"What do you mean?"
I still wonder about why I woke up from having a tumor. I wonder how long I was in a coma! That's right. I had a tumor and I-... Wait a minute! I should be dead!
Why did I feel so high off the ground in the hospital bed? Was I levitating? How am I living? I have no job. I haven't eaten for I don't know how long. What is happening? Why is there a
car parked in a tree outside the window? Where am I? Am I real? Am I dead? Am I really ready to wake up?