The next time Logan woke up, he didn't even bother looking around or paying attention to the blurry doctor sat on a small chair beside him. He just stared up ahead at the familiar patterned white ceiling of his bedroom and pondered his dream.
The dream is the real world, and the real world is the dream. It sounded like nonsense to his ears, but it also rang true in his mind. A part of him already accepted this explanation and was conformable with it. But he just didn't understand it. He repeated the words over and over again, both in his mind and out loud as if that would help him understand it somehow. He hadn’t moved from the bed all day, not even to use the toilet but that could be mainly because he hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day either.
The view from the open window was pro
