"What is real"

Dark. Cool. Empty.

Where am I?

Restrained. Trapped.

It’s so cold.

Wet. Secluded and abandoned.

A warehouse.

Who did this?
How did I get here?

Laughter. Echoes.

An unfamiliar voice.

Fear swallows me whole,

I can’t breathe, I can’t think.

A gun fires.

I black out.

Painfully sleepy. Confused.

Warm. Cozy.

In my own bed.

It feels like I hit my head.

Am I dead?

Is this the afterlife?

Or was it all a dream?

Goodnight.