William Wilson

 William Wilson---Well, at least I'm still me, you think to yourself.

 You slowly get out of bed, still rubbing your temples. As soon as you stand up, the bed disappears. Looking blankly at the spot where the bed used to be, you're even less prepared for what happens next. The ground underneath your feet disappears and you find yourself falling---

  Until you find yourself landing on a pile of feathers. Spitting one or two out of your mouth, you find yourself looking up at...