now with murder, depending on who and how you kill reflects the aftermath. It was a clean kill, with only a little blood going down his neck and some out of his mouth. The nail went all the way through his neck into his throat possibly. And of course, the people around me, myself started too run. But it was simple, I just closed my eyes and focused on my bed.

I woke up, nothing unusual, just the taste of copper in my mouth and a kink in my neck. My body must be punishing myself for killing him.

Throughout the day, it was normal. I showered, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, worked and came home. The same thing for the past year, i like repetition. At home, i have no one waiting for me. not a pet, a love, plants, nothing. It makes my life easier if i'm just alone, if i want company i can visit them.
    I mostly did nothing, i made myself dinner and watched t.v. like any normal person.
    early to bed early too rise makes a man rise if what i follow by, so i ate and slept soon after. i did my routine for achieving lucid dreaming, reality checks all throughout the day, and set myself a goal. I was gonna interrogate myself.
     Sleeping was the hardest part out of all of this surprisingly. I laid for what must've been a hour, i didn't move, kept steady deep breaths. Tricking your body into thinking your brain is asleep.
  whatever, i eventually did fall asleep and i awoke at the beach. endless sea and sand in all directions I look. i stared off into the sea for a few seconds before i pulled on my skin, it stretched as far as i could pull it.
   "I'm dreaming, aren't i?" i asked myself. soon after i thought of a police room and i was there, by myself with no doors or windows. just a table and no exits. "Show me... My boss, Mr. Cook" i demanded the empty space, in a second he showed up.
  "how can i help you?" he asked, fully aware of what i want.
"you already know."
"ask me then. i'm waiting"
"why did i wake up with the taste of copper in my mouth and a hinge in my neck?"
"that? simple. You killed apart of yourself"
"you're apart of me, just... my subconscious, imagined in my mind. Tell me..." i pace around the room, thoughts run in the mind and i feel my grip on this world fading because of the excitement.
  "scare me."

that was the first thing i said when my alarm went off.  "fucking hell. i hope i heard myself." I said too myself as i knocked my alarm off and went on my day. No taste of copper and a loose neck. Just like a normal person. with a normal day.