"But Pomni just couldn't do it. She considered the possibility of facing Ragatha. Admitting she had abandoned her for the exit after she promised to get help. She might be abstracted for that. And in such a crazy world, why had she taken that risk? All because she believed this was a dream? They would think she was crazy."
"And then something occurred to Pomni."
"'Maybe' she thought to herself, 'Maybe I AM crazy. My entire identity blinking completely out of existence in a single moment for no reason at all?' None of it made any logical sense."
"And as Pomni pondered this, she began to make other strange observations. For example: Why did her skin feel like rubber? Why did doors punch her in the face whenever she opened them? And for that matter, these rooms were starting to look pretty familiar. Were they simply repeating?"
"'No!' Pomni said to herself, 'This is all too strange this can't be real!' And at last, she came to the conclusion that had been at the tip of her tongue. She just hadn't found the words for it. 'I'm dreaming!' She yelled. 'This is all a dream!'"
"Oh what a relief Pomni felt, to have finally found an answer! An explanation! That circus wasn't actually real! She didn't lose her identity! She wasn't crazy after all!"
"...and then perhaps the strangest question of them all entered Pomni's head. One she was amazed she hadn't asked herself sooner."
"Why is there somebody out there rewriting a monologue from Stanley Parable of all things? Now the text was describing her own thoughts and dictating what she was doing and thinking. It was particularly strange."
"'I'm dreaming about a monologue of someone else's thoughts explaining my exact thoughts as though they were my thoughts even though they weren't originally my thoughts' she thought."
"And when she thought it all very odd and wondered if this was something other people did and thought in their dreams, the truth was that of course, this was not a dream."
"How could it be? Was Pomni simply deceiving herself? Believing that if she's asleep she doesn't have to take responsibility for herself?"
"Pomni is as awake right now as she's ever been in her life."
"Now knowing how this monologue ends was quite a shock to Pomni. After all, she knew for a certain beyond a doubt that this was in fact a dream! This face, this name, these thoughts, they were her own too! SURELY! SURELY, IF SHE COULD JUST-"
"She would prove it. She would prove that she was in control. That this WAS a dream. So she drifted away in a daze, and invited herself to wake up."
"She felt the calming warmth of her skin, the tickle of her hair on her neck, the fresh air of a world outside this one..."
"'Let me wake up.' She thought to herself. 'I'm through with this dream. I want it to be over. Let me go back to my life. Let me be myself again. Please. It's all I want. I want my home. And my body. And my name. All I want is who I am exactly the way I've always been. My life is normal. I am normal. Everything will be fine. I am okay...'"
"'PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! MY NAME IS POMNI! I HAVE A NAME! I HAVE A LIFE! I AM HUMAN! PLEASE JUST SOMEONE TELL ME I'M HUMAN! I MUST BE HUMAN I MUST BE! CAN ANYONE HEAR MY VOICE?!'"
"And then it was dinner time."
