A spark

Blinking I realize I was just dreaming, but why am I in the bathroom? Looking around I see the bathroom has been completely flooded. Turning off the sink and the shower I realize I must have been black out drunk. Oh God, the water damage will be a nightmare. Wait. Why don't I have any memories of drinking? Did I faint because of lack of air flow? Hell wasn't I dead? Calm down. There has to be a reasonable answer for all of this.

Nope

"Who said that!!" Looking around frantically I can't find were the voice came from. Exiting the bathroom I go to my room to see if anything happened. Yup. There it was. The fallen ceiling. But looking through the hole I see starlight. But when I look to my right hand there was the same ring. When I try to take it off it seemed like it was a part of me. It would not move a centimeter.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, so I try to hang myself and fail. Then the dream started. But then I went to the bathroom flooded it and put on a ring. This makes a lot less sense, but it's something at least. Looking at the wreckage I seem to have crawled out of leaving a trail to the door. Concussion! That's probably what all of this is. When the ceiling hit me I got a concussion and had a blackout. That would also explain why I feel so weird. This isn't that bad. I just need to visit the hospital.

What am I saying. I literally just tried to kill myself. What changed? Why am I not . . . Oh God my head hurts. Going back in the bathroom I look in the mirror to find my injuries but I look fine.

Nope

Again with that voice! Where the hell is he!?!? Looking around once again I notice where it's coming from. With a greater amount of concern I look at my reflection that seems to be . . . independent? But everything was wrong. The thing had my color inverted and those eyes. Shiver. The only words I can use to describe them are blacker than black. Reflection me seems to be standing there motionless.

"What the fuck!?!?" Trying to back away I slip on the water on the floor. When I look back up the thing seems to lean out of the mirror and look down at me. This can mean three things. 1) I killed myself, 2) I went insane, or 3) I'm still knocked out. At this point I don't know which one of them I should believe.

What

When he asked me that his mouth moved like it was trying to imitate what I said and it did flawlessly. This thing gave off an aura as if it was there before time was. No matter how hard I try I'll never understand why I decided to talk to it. Curiosity killed the cat and I'm guessing I'm going to be next but wasn't that what I wanted? Why don't I feel the helplessness I felt when they were both taken from me? I must have gone completely insane. Hell it was only a matter of time and everyone knew it.

"What are you?"
you?

When it was said it sounded more like a question than an answer. That got me thinking. We're both in the same boat here. But the way he looked at me and just the way he spoke was wrong. There was no emotion to be seen or heard from him. Plus any speaking it did do it looked like it was imitating me, though it wasn't my voice that came out of it. This was more like a stray thought but hearing it instead of thinking it.

"You don't know then"
nope
"What can you tell me?"
what said can tell you
"What is that supposed to mean?"
It's supposed to mean you tell me

With this conversation not going anywhere I ponder to myself once again. This thing copies me but it doesn't know anything else unless it sees it. Maybe if I keep talking it can have an actual discussion with me over time. Whether he said it or not it seemed like he knew something I did not.

Leaving the restroom I head down to the kitchen since I'll probably need water after a while. When I left the bathroom I expected it would stay there but there it was reflecting off the metal. Seems like I lost my right to privacy but who needs that nowadays anyway.

what?

Once I got a big cup of water I head to living room. Sitting down on my recliner I levitate a few books to me. This conversation was interesting and all but if it could make a full sentence that would be nice.

There I went with the goal of reading book after book that I have already read. But this time I felt like I was preparing to teach someone else rather then learning it just for myself. Must be my fatherly instincts kicking back in.

. . .fuck I miss them. When I felt tears come to my eyes I felt warmth spread all over me. There was a tightening of my chest and a soothing sound ringing throughout my head. It took me a little bit to realize, but the thing was hugging me from the inside.