Whispers of the Soul

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The alarm clock strikes my head... It's 9 o'clock in the morning, and I believe I slept for three hours... I'm a person who doesn't sleep much... I feel my body to see if I've transformed into a cockroach or anything of these disgusting things... I stick out my tongue from my open mouth, touch my chest, and move my hair... I observe the pores of my skin to make sure it's still me... I look around, my cigarettes scattered on the bed, everything as it is... Even my shoe is still on the TV and the travel bag in the corner of the room, the station on the TV is the same, except the newscaster has changed... The wall of the room once again extends its tongue into my thoughts, mocking what I'm thinking about!! What about my phone!!? Is it possible that inside the gallery there is a photo of me while I'm sleeping!? Maybe a strange creature visited me while I was sleeping, took a picture of me while I was sleeping, and started laughing... I grab my phone and start examining the photos, but there's nothing new... Everything is as I left it before going to sleep... I feel sad about what happened, I want something strange to happen... Everything is the same, what is this boredom!?
My right hand is now programmed as a rusty robot to reach for the table next to me, to grab the first cigarette after making sure that I'm still myself and nothing has changed. I take a sip of leftover coffee to alter the taste in my mouth before lighting the cigarette... While smoking, I slowly remove the cover from my body and walk clumsily towards the window... Oh, there they are, the humans, how I despise them!!
I turn left from the window to go towards the broken mirror, from the punches of moments of..of..i don't know... I approach the cracked mirror... I get closer and closer... Here I am, my eyelashes are as long as they were, my nose is as it is... The hair on my chin is as it is... My eyes are as they are, the apple of my neck is as it is... Damn it, nothing changes... Everything is as I left it... My life has become as boring as a low-quality TV show, everything is predictable!! My friend, as usual, enters to prepare breakfast, bursting into my room like a counter-terrorism fighter in response to the call of her heart, so that I don't smoke on an empty stomach... she calls and shouts my name,
-He's not in the room, he's not here, where did he go!?

Who am I!?
Who is the one who woke up!?
Who is the one smoking his cigarette on an empty stomach...!!?