Oh, Shit. It's happening again.
A soft female voice speaks.. “Wake up, Mattius. It is happening again.” *Tap tap tap* “Is thing on? Are we live? Are we recording?” “Wait. Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is..?” “God damnit. I’m dreaming again, aren’t I? Fucking fucksticks.” “Ah, well.” I took a look around. I was laying in a feather bed (No. In the shallow end of a warm lake. No. In a bathtub made of white porcelain with iron claws for feet. No. I was standing in the shower.) Looking at myself in the water (No. In the mirror) I took. moment to reflect upon myself. (Ha!) I was either 17, or 19, or just past 400. Somewhere between 6’1 and 6’8 at the moment. I had to brush long black hair out of my face to see. It reaches my mid-back on a good day and even covers most of the scars back there. Normally the blue and purple distract anyone from looking too much elsewhere. If I focus REALLY hard, I can even make the streaks of color in my hair stop changing plac