Piece of Fiction(Part 3)

He woke up.
Armless.
Relief floods him.

Already his memory was fading, just like a dream.
Wasn't it a dream? He woke up at the end, so it must have been he thought.

Still, he remembered so much.
He had somehow been able to, manipulate reality, or at least dream reality, with his thoughts. But somehow, it had all gone to shit. Was there a lesson he was supposed to retain? Something about balance? Or like, curiosity killed the cat? That doesn't sound right.

The ending! The submission? Is that it? Giving up, and just....

...wishing you could take it back?

Then, is it the submission at all, or willing the fuck-up to the realm of dreams? He felt sick just entertaining the thought. Had it all been real? Had he just hit the undo button back to normalcy? Why then, could he still remember? Why didn't the undo take? He felt a tingle where his arm used to be. The phantom limb sensations.

"Oh god! What have I done!"

An unseen smile silently laughs. It wordlessly tells him; "You know what you've done".