"..."

"Huh? author of Fallen what?"

This person that's calling me an author is a man. What was that again? Fallen Meteor what? How could I potentially write a book? Even a small article seems to be hard for me right now. Either way, I didn't hear properly the "what suppose to be" complete title. He got my name, so it's not just some coincidences that are happening right now. Name coincidence and wrong number? You must be joking. (Feeling proud being called as an author)

"..."

"..."

"Uhh? Hello? I'm a what?"

"..."

He should have given me one simple response, yet he gave me this instead...

"Wat. Da... FAAAAAAKKKKKK?!!"

"..."

Him suddenly shouting crazily loud seems to have damaged my precious eardrums.

"What the heck are you even talking about?!! Author Eligio!! What do you mean?!"

I just thought that it was really a joke, where someone I knew teases me kinds of bullshit. But did I really wrote a book? How unexpected it is then.

"..."

"Ahhh, did something happened to you?! It seems something did happen to you because I never heard of you since then."

Woah, nice precision you got there huh. Go compete with my uncle instead, maybe you can go find meaning in life.

"Actually, yes. Something did happen to me."

Well, if only you'll believe this "something", you could have been my soulmate. Not that I'm saying I'm not straight, but I already lost the fate of myself having the golden era of my love life with a woman in the future.

"Then, Mr. Eligio, do you have amnesia?!"

"..."

As I thought, amnesia again. Well, I can't tell him "impossible" shit so I'll just go with it.

"..."

Again, who would believe that?

"..."

"Oh, sorry for the misconduct Author Eligio. I am just one of your biggest fans! And actually, to tell you, I am the one who published your masterpiece, the 'Fallen Meteor God'!!"

"..."

God, really?

"..."

Are you realizing this now, past self? What have you done to this identity? What the fuck ever happened to that book to think about naming it with God?!!

"..."

Ehem. I lost my cool there, sorry past self. I shall bring pride towards "our" creation. Not that it's yours but it's mine, the present. Hehe.

"Ahh, Fallen Meteor...God. Sorry, I didn't hear about me writing that book nor me being an author yet. I just, had amnesia currently." (Having amnesia is a lie, but forgetting things always because of some kind of impossible shit is true)

"Hehe, it's okay Author Eligio. You will remember everything that had happened in time. But still..."

It's unexpected that you had amnesia. I'm sorry for what happened to you, is what he would say...

"..."

"It's really unexpected that you had amnesia recently... Sorry for what had happened to you..."

Close!! But it's still bullseye in its meaning. Anyways, it seems, that he's a good person...

"Well, if you are the one who published a book that I had created, then thank you for the effort that you had given towards this book then." (Saying this to make himself feel like a good person too)"

If I had written it, I should ask about whether...

"So... Is it goo-"

He should have given me the chance to complete at least the word "good", yet he gave me this instead, making me feel more proud... on my past self...

"Of course it's good!! No, I mean... It's the best fantasy story that I had ever read!!"

Really? It's that good? What made it that good? Well, how did I even made that?!

"Ohoho, so it's being well complimented huh, then I should read it also then."

Well, not that I didn't experience fantasy-like stories in dreams. Well, to think about it...

I experienced it several times already!! Better than some shit-book character having the title of "God".

And I realized. That the only reason I may have made that book...

"Wait! What if it's that great of a dream to the point that I don't want to forget it so I made it into a book?!"

"..."

"What? What do you mean Author Eligio?!"

Oops, I forgot that I was talking with him. The sense of good reading is seriously making my memory now a lot lesser than poor quality.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. It seems that it's unexpected for me to make a book that made someone that interested, like you. If then, I should read it myself. So there's no need to tell me the details... We should be in contact and I'll talk with you again if I had read it. There we will talk about the story itself..."

But it seems I can't. What if it's long?! And I can't finish it in one night?! And a dream with 20-30 years might occur. Then I might even forget about reading it right?! Ahhh!! This is a very, very shit life!! I just want to read about the paradise that I had experienced!!

"No problem!!"

At least you have no problem. Mine is one serious shit.

"Okay then, I will hang up, then I look forward to talking to you again next time!! Bye!!"

"Oh please wait Author Eligio!! I have something to ask you!!"

Okay??

"Okay, what is it?? I might not know the answer as I have recently no memory about my past things you know..."

Yeah. I might not answer it...

"Ahh. I thought so, sorry. Seems like you might not know it then."

Ahhh, he talks like he was depressed after realizing it. Oh well...

"Well, just ask me, I might know it."

He feels as he was back to being energetic again, well not that I can see him. Just a feeling...

"..."

"Oh!! Okay!! Then. What do you think, feel or had done when you were writing Fallen Meteor God?!"

Oh. That.

"Because as you don't know yet Author Eligio. When someone reads Fallen Meteor God. It really feels like the main character is the author itself, which is you!! No, I mean... you made us, the readers, become you, which is the main character itself!! Many stories were first-person... but yours is the only one who I had really felt that I myself became the character!!! Well, not that I'm sure of the other readers, but it is really like that for me!!"

So that's it. Oh well. I'll just say this then...

"It's a dream"

"..."

He might think then, a dream? What dream? What's that got to do with the story? Well, I may not know that certain dream. But I was there, I was in the story itself. Because the story itself is mine. But I can't really tell him things, because I myself don't even know a thing about it for now. Instead to hear those things from him, he replied this...

"A dream? Okay, I Got it..."

"..."

Wait... Wait what?? What the fuck?? He believed me just like that? Am I that well-known of an author to the point that everything that I will say is believable?!

"Wai-"

And he hanged up the call. I suppose that it is like that. Well, it is what it is... I'll just bear with this much glory then...

"So... Now that I have nothing to do, and because I am now a little interested in this Fallen Meteor... God book that I wrote, I suppose I should read it now, even if it's still early. No, wait... I may still be a student!" But it's not, I am not a student anymore of course. How am I even going to last in school if I'll forget things as always anyway? Now that I remember due to sudden thoughts about my school life, I have liked History about Golden Eras of the parts of the World.

Anyways, I'm a shut-in then.

"..."

Wait, wait, wait... Then...

"That me being an author paid off my living needs?! Because, well, that person also said that it became popular, so it should have helped me in my life then... And uncle has worked his ass too... I should thank him again for living this reality with me then..." (Being proud of the fact, not realizing that he just paid for a small part of their electric bill, using his money on a game he had played in the past)

So this means. I should really read the book!!

Then...

"Ahh!! Thank God I remembered something!! No!! I mean, thank myself for remembering something!!"

Shit yeah.

"This has nothing to do with you mister God!! This is my own achievement!! I remembered something even throughout the 10 years in that kangaroo dream!!"

Anyways, first, it is true that I really had a book, maybe I remembered it due to the feeling of excitement of that time when I finished it?! Yet!! Even so, even I remembered that feeling, I still didn't remember the story of the Fallen Meteor... God. Awful shit.

"..."

So I tried to find the book. And while observing the things in my room, it seems that I have no bookshelf.

"I don't even have books nor a bookshelf, all I see is this video game disks and a... What's this again?"

Grabbed it.

A controller thing or something? I really forgot, how did I even forget things like this? This God...

"..."

I started to mutter, perhaps... It is because I felt that maybe I don't have a copy of the book with me...? Damn...

"Sigh"

Then the stomach attached to my body seems to desire nourishment.

Oh well, I should get food first..."

I became hungry finding a book that I think that I may not even have with me in here, really... But as I will put back that controller thing or something on the computer desk, I saw a tip of white sheet paper in the computer desk's cabinet. And when I opened the cabinet, the first thing I saw was a note, and then I read it saying...

"You suck at school, so you stopped, stupid idiot."

"..."

Wat.da.fuk.

I grabbed the note, but it wasn't a note because it was "notes".

"You suck at being friendly, so you don't have any friends, stupid loner"

What?! Really?! How am I supposed to believe you, Mr. past self? You don't get it, do you? You didn't realize that you and I have common sense, don't make those shitty reasons when I already know that we have this dream issue...

"..."

"You suck at dating, so your girlfriend broke up with you, stupid asshole."

What? That's not supposed to be the reason we broke up right?!! And then there is something connected to this certain note...

"Oh, and you didn't even last a single month..."

Wait what the f-

Then suddenly, without giving in a brain cell towards this thought, the phone rang again... So I just left the notes in there scattered on the desk. I didn't even get to finish talking...

"..."

"Oh, this number, it seems like it's that person earlier again."

Picking up the phone, what is his makeup reason to call me again?

"Hello? Why did you call me again? What's up?

Suppose to be it's his voice that I had looked up towards. But then, suddenly...

"It's time. Good luck my dear child..."

"..."

"What?"

"..."

Who was that? I just heard a voice of a woman, yet seems like it is also a man's, or even one that of an infant or the sound of one that is even old... I didn't understand the voice. Its tone, its sound, even the words themselves seem unpleasant to hear. I didn't understand it, yet I felt it. Feeling it yet not even knowing it... I don't even know if I heard it that time in the first place. I just felt it...

"..."

"Huh? What was that? I just heard a voice right? Who was it? Is it that person who is calling me now?"

But it feels different from his voice. Too different to even call it a voice of a human.

As I was about to ask him about it, he hanged up already before I could even say a word.

But then, after that...

Like how God will force me to sleep at night when I'll go an all-nighter, like how God will let me go to sleep so that I can dream every single night, like how God will always forced me to have dreams every single time. It's not even night yet God already did this to me...

I felt dizzy, like I was being kidnapped and had put to sleep, or had taken a sleeping pill. Fainting unexpectedly...

"Ugh... How... unexpected... You idiot of a G..."

"..."

"..."

And I pass out, realizing that I will then wake up in a different world, without knowing something so important...

As I woke up in a dream, I didn't even realize a single thing yet... that it was that certain dream.. that one precious dream...

"..."

"Ugh... Where am I now?"

----EVE----