On the Severed Hand

I woke up one morning, but still lazing around in bed, semi-conscious. Somehow the rapid eye movement sleep didn't end just like that, and I was still half dreaming, only that it's not exactly progressing, because the same scene repeated over and over by itself. But then again, I was quite sure I was the one who controlled the story.

And I chose to replay the last scene because I wanted to see the severed hand clearly.

The story was, one of my friends shook me and asked me to wake up and leave the bed, because there was a hand poking out at the side of the bed.

But because I was replaying the whole scene in my mind, it seemed like I was actually looking for the reason why there was a severed hand.

Then I recalled I lifted the pillow up to see just half of a hand, which appeared to be freshly cut off from someone. But after that I put the pillow back.

And the friend who was waking me up tried to pull me away, but it seemed like I didn't know it was a detached hand, I lifted the pillow to see who's underneath the pillow again. But I saw the severed arm instead.

The same 'hallucination' that I had, repeated for a few times before I finally dragged myself from that psycho part of me in the semi-conscious state.