Writing Prompt: You wake up one morning and realize that you life was a dream

I reached under my pillow to grab onto my journal but its nowhere to be found. I finger feel under the whole pillow but nothing is there but soft sheets. I open my eyes and through off my covers in anger and then I notice: this is not my room.

Instead of opening my eyes and seeing my homemade night sky, I am in a hospital room. I look down to see that I have an IV still hooked into my arm and me through a table filled with food I don't remember receiving to the side.

I don't remember leaving my house. I don't remember seeing my mom and dad take me somewhere. There is absolutely no color in this room at all which is probably what scares me the most.

There are book, teddy bears, balloons, and everything else you give to a sick patient cluttered in the room around me. The only problem is that I'm not sick. I never get sick, ever.

A lady with a petite stature and eyes that match mine walks into the door yelling at someone in the hall. I hold up the hospital utensils as weapons and hold them out in front of me.

"Who the hell are you? Where is my journal?" I say starring at her with wild eyes.

She instantly breaks down crying and falls to the floor. I am to confuse to react to her sudden burst of emotion so I stay grounded stuttering seamlessly to myself.

A nurse runs into the room and see the lady on the floor and starts to comfort her before her eyes meet with mine and she runs out of the room leaving the lady there. What kind of place is this! I've never seen a nurse run away from a crying lady before, its just not morally correct.

Another man walks into the room, I'm assuming a doctor, and looks straight at me with and astonished look.

"Daniel, why don't you put the fork down and lay back in bed? You just woke up from a coma and shouldn't be standing so soon," he says.

"What are you talking about?! There is absolutely nothing wrong with me! And who the hell is Daniel?!" I am beginning to scream feeling my emotions coming over me.

I need Jan. She's the only one who could ever calm me down when I have strong emotions, and right now my heart is beating out of my chest.

"No, your name is Daniel. You may be having a little bit of short term memory loss from being out for that long. I will examine you but I need you to sit down first." he attempts to guide me to the bed but I punch him in the face and run out of the room forgetting about the lady who now has wet stains down her shirt.

I pass hallway after hallway but nothing is making sense. Nothing is familiar.

I turn down the fifth hallway now and see Jan standing in front of a vending machine and I run to her as quickly as I can.

"Jan! Thank God you're here! Why am I in a hospital? What is going on? I can't find my.......why do you have my journal?" I say noticing the small book under her arm.

"Danny...." she pales so much a ghost has more pigment then her. "You've been in a coma for 3 months now. They never put you on life support or anything because you always seemed to be breathing well on you own. T-there was a car accident, everyone was fine, but you passed out and never woke up. Some man with a weird hat came and dropped this book off one night and I've been reading it ever since."

Now it was my turn to pale. I was driving in my car the last I remember but I've never crashed. On top of that, my journal is filled with all my personally stories from when I was a child, very personal stories, and no one has ever read it. I don't even let myself read it! Especially not Jan who just so happens to be a reoccurring topic.

"But I never got into an accident.......when did this happen? Who was the lady in my room?" I stammer as more emotions hit me.

Pain. Fear. Loss.

"that was probably your mom. We should go back to the room and get you checked out. you're talking loony bin." she says.

This time, I don't fight as she takes me back to the room. Nothing seems to make sense except Jan. She is the only thing in this whole weird place that is the same. As soon as we get to the room I notice the lady has stopped crying and is now sitting next to the bed with a much larger man.

"So I will need an MRI but it seems like you just have a bit of memory loss. I am guessing that it has to do with all the time that you have been out and your brain is coming to terms with things. I would suggest spending time with your family and friends so the memories come back quicker." the doctor says and I sit back in the bed.

The lady, "mom", hugged me tightly and I could feel her holding back cries. For three hours we sat there as she told me stories about me that I don't remember and showed me baby pictures. "Dad" told me about all the sports I'm supposed to be trying out for, even though the only sport I play is art. Thankfully I remember everything that Jan says.

I lie and say I'm tired so both the "mom" and "dad" could leave. I asked Jan to stay with me so I can ask her about what was going on.

"Jan I don't remember any of these things. This is not my life and there is nothing even remotely familiar about what you guys are saying. The only thing that is right in this world is you and that book.

"How is that even possible? This is your life! I've lived it with you since we were kids!"

"Yes, I know that. I remember everything about you along with everything else that happened in MY life, not the one that you guys say that I have."

She stands there still for the longest time biting her lip the way she does when she's in deep thought, "So you think you are Keth and that you can draw?"

I nod my head.

"If you then draw his best picture."

I smile to myself remembering the day I wrote that entry. I had just begun my art class and thought the picture was trash but it ended up being the start of my eccentric signature.

I began to draw the dark creature I call a netherling and add my signature at the bottom, a moth with a black outline and a bright blew inside.

I can see the astonishment on her face when I hand her my completed drawing.

That was the first day I saw him.

The man with the hat.

I have been able to live this fake life that I don't remember starting without anyone knowing the truth except the man and Jan.

I still draw in secret and add more entries into my journal but no one reads them but Jan. As guilty as it makes me feel I still hide messages to my past family through my pictures.

They know.

They know this Underland will never be the true Wonderland.

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I need as much feedback as I can get on this prompt. I felt like I had to rush to an ending because it was getting long. What do you think? Does the story flow well?