I woke up from a dream. Pale moonlight.
In my dream I was escaping the Matrix - my best plan made before I fall asleep.
A strange shadow. I took a look under my bed. There was someone's dead arm. I touched it. It was mine. Where am I ?
Thank you @freewritehouse and @zapfic for this nice contest, for this chance to train the ability on short writing.
Thank you everyone for reading this little strange story about making plans.
This is why we to have be careful about what we want, 'cause the circumstances in which our desire become true may be hard to manage.