Collision Course [+ Additional Levels]

Level Twelve - Still Dreaming

He was in a place that he didn't recognize. His back was to a bed, and he was laying on the floor; that much he could tell. He frowned―or at least would, if he could. He wasn't in control of his own body. No, it wasn't his body. Didn't feel like it, anyway. Who was he?

His vision blurry, he felt himself try to sit up. Though the room was pitch black, his hand groped about until he somehow found a bedpost. He―or his body, he wasn't sure―used it to sit up. He was suddenly draped with dizziness, and he faintly felt his elbow land hard on the carpeted floor. Despite the softness of the carpet, pain shot up his arm like he hit a funny bone, or had landed on a bruise. His body rubbed his forehead with a hand, as if it was just as confused as he was. He suddenly heard sounds. He couldn't understand what they were until they were closeby. Then he realized that they were footsteps, and his body hastily struggled to get upright, but it was too late. There was a loud banging, like a knocking on a door, sounding echoey in his foggy mind, and then a click.

The door creaked as it opened, and light spilled into the room. It was dim, but it enabled him to see. He felt a heart that wasn't his own hammer in his body's chest when he saw a head poke through the doorway. He thought he heard a female's voice cry out in alarm, and the door opened all the way. A girl, maybe not much older than himself, crouched in front of his body, and helped it sit upright, fussing over him and asking questions.

He stared at the girl, feeling confused, though it probably didn't show on his face. His face felt like it was giving a dazed expression. Then he felt a jolt of surprise run through him―his body started to speak.

"I'm... I'm alright," his body said clearly. The voice the body spoke in was strangely familiar, but it sure wasn't his.

No I am not, he thought indignantly. What's happened to me? Who are you? Who am I?

The girl obviously caught the fact that his body was not okay. She questioned him. Her voice sounded garbled and distant to him, like she was talking through water. Somehow, though, his body understood enough to reply to her.

"I must have fallen off my bed when I was sleeping."

When he―it, whoever―was sleeping? That would explain why the room was so dark. It must be late. He strained to hear the girl's reply, but came to no avail.

"Mira, no, I―"

The girl cut him off. Again, if he could frown, he would. What was 'Mira'? Was it the girl's name?

"No, I'm fine. Really!"

No, you are not! Why were you lying on the floor then? He could feel the cramps in the back of his neck. He had been laying there―er, his body was, anyway―for hours. And judging from the position he had been in, it hadn't been because he had fallen off the bed.

"I'm sorry if I startled you. I..." His body ran a hand over its face. Nope. The face didn't feel like his either. Just who the heck was he? "I'm fine, Mira."

Both he and his body listened to hear her reply. Judging from his body's answer, he guessed that she had asked what had happened to him.

"I got dizzy and collapsed."

An exclamation from the girl.

"No, I'm sure it wasn't from that," his body replied. From the way his body had spoken, and how fast the reply had come, it didn't sound like his body completely believed that it wasn't from... well, whatever 'that' was. It sounded like it was hiding something. "I'm sure it was just a lack of sleep," his body reasoned. Yup. Definitely hiding something.