Take the blue pill

You sit an stare at the bottle for a long while. Eventually you come to a conclusion.

This is all still a dream.

The only reason that Charles could have appeared in your dream last night, and call you this morning, is because you never woke up. You are still dreaming. It was a very lucid dream for sure. In fact, it was your wildest fantasy to be with one of your sisters, let alone wake up next to two of them, but dreams are dreams. Reality is where you belonged.

You stand up, lowering your hand from your neck, and notice it was bloody from all the scratching you hadn't realized you had been doing until now. Your lack of feeling added to the proof that this all wasn't real. You take a few steps outside, and realized you had locked the door, but were unsure why. You guess that it was habit, and continue on your way to the roof. The final door was locked, but two good shoulder slams and you managed to open it. Your shoulder should be throbbing, but it wasn't.

Fresh air should have tasted wonderful after your strange dream morning, but you couldn't feel or smell anything.

Steping up onto the last ledge should have made you shake for fear of heights, but it didn't.

It’s time to wake up.

You take a step off the edge.