Doors of Truth (2)

“Are you me?” I ask. She tilts and then, smiles. She does look like me. But, she has more confident and somehow different.

“I’m you.” She says. “But, I’m the truth.” I raise an eyebrow.

“You’re the truth?” I ask as she’s saying something really weird. She giggles.

“And you’re the lie.” She says.

“You mean I’m a liar?” I ask. She’s terribly rude. If only she doesn’t have the same face as mine, I might have thrown a punch on her face.

“No. Lies create you.” She says. Now, she gets me confused.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask. She chuckles.

“All you need to do now is wake up.” She says. I raise my eyebrows.

“I’m awake.” I say. She shakes her head.

“No, you’re not. Wake up.” She says as she walks closer to me. Then, she grasps my shoulders tightly