Chapter 8
Clone
Why in the world am I still in this towel? I wondered. I had passed out for a few minutes and was experiencing a bit of normalcy in my dreams; well normal compared to this. But at least in my dreams I knew that I was me and no one was trying to convince me otherwise. But not here in the real world. Nope, even my own sister was trying to tell me that this stranger in front of me, the one with my face, was really me. And that I was a clone. Maybe this was the real dream. But it still felt so clear, so uncluttered, unlike my dreams.
What would it mean if they were right? Would I still get to be me? But they weren’t right, so it really didn’t matter. But what if they were?
I tried to study the way they were looking at me; every glance, every nose wriggle. Everything. Someho
