I stilled. My hand held taut against the handle of that ethereal dagger, the blade swished in the air, cutting with such sharpness that I could hear the whistle of wind being cut.
I grasped for anything around me, a chair, a couch, a table, something for my hands to hold while the revelation played through my mind. For a moment I caught nothing. I flailed and flailed.
Until the cool leather of the couch touched my fingers. I tipped my body down and let myself collapse against the covers. My eyes widened as I threw the dagger up and down. I caught it with absolute precision, the same way my game character would.
For a moment I just lay there. My mind reeled with revelations big and small. But the only one that really mattered was the tiny thought.
'No wonder… this game truly is bigger than life…'
Life. One wasn't meant to do anything but live and die. Breath and eat.
