Multiply

Today is an ordinary morning in the world. You wake up. Everything seems fine. But suddenly, your loved one is not your loved one. Actually, it's you. You go outside. The people on the street are also you. Everyone on the TV is you. Soon, you realize that you have multiplied. How did it get this way? You think you are asleep but you are very much awake. Were you part of an experiment? Have you gone crazy? Why has everyone become you? You try to get to the source but there's nothing but dead ends. You can't figure it out and no one else can or will help you either.

You try to live with it but it's no use. You want to return to your old life but how? Time travel doesn't exist and you know that if you fall asleep, it will be the same as now. You begin to look for a way out. You search but there's nothing. Soon, you black out from the frustration of a world where everyone is you.

You wake back up and strangely, everyone's faces are flickering. Was it a dream? No way. That's too much. The multiplication of one person can't be real. Or was it all in my mind. Before I can figure it out, I drop dead. Heart attack.

Now I am in another place. I was told there was an afterlife but I always dismissed it. Right away, I know something's not right. That's not St. Peter. And those aren't other souls waiting for redemption.

Oh, damn. They're all me.