[ WP ] You wake up one morning and notice a scar on you from chest to belly button . You have no idea how it got there as you went to sleep without it . The scar is completely healed and looks aged .

I woke up with a start. It was one of those falling dreams I think, the kind that you wake up from bouncing on your bed. I'd never been able to remember the details of those dreams before and this one was no different; all I was left with was the remnants of a feeling of terrified awe. I swung my legs off the edge of the bed left my blankets behind for the frigid morning air. I do n't think anyone gets used to the shock of cold that slides over you from all directions when you leave a warm bed. As I walked to the shower I tried to remember what I had dreamt during the night. I knew it was futile, but it always drove me crazy nonetheless. I quickly turned on the hot water and stepped into the scalding stream. I felt like standing in a waterfall of lava compared to the temperature of the air, but my body adapted soon enough. I relaxed and washed my hair as the bathroom filled with steam. I began to wonder why we forget dreams in the first place. Is it something our minds do n't want us to know? Is it another life we lead that we are n't allowed to know about? Does everyone have a separate sleeping personality that just had reeeeeally bad short term memory? I chuckled to my self as I stepped back out of the shower. The steam filling the room and fogging the mirror had made the room comfortably warm. I enjoyed the rough feeling of the towel against my skin as I dried myself off. I wiped down the mirror and put some toothpaste of my toothbrush. Humming a little tune, I started to brush my teeth. Ah, how I love the taste of- 
 
 The toothbrush fell from my mouth as I saw myself in the mirror, the white flecks of foam flying up to land on me along with my likeness that stared back at me with a shocked expression on its face. A scar as wide as my thumb and as long as my torso extended down from my right shoulder to my left hip. Slightly raised from the surrounding skin, my first thought in my state of shock was how similar it was to the line of toothpaste and saliva that had been slung across the counter when my toothbrush dropped. Then reality came back and I stood there in disbelief, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. I did n't have a scar like that. I've never even been seriously injured. It certainly was n't there last night, and seeing how my sheets were n't covered in blood I did n't sustain any injuries in my sleep. I was n't an expert on scars, but it also looked old. The skin around and on top of it was completely healed, with none of the pink that is the trade mark of new skin to be seen. I traced its path with my thumb, taking note of how clean the cut must have been to create such a smooth scar. I remembered my grandpa showing me a similar scar he had, on his side. Grandma said he got it when he fell off the roof cleaning the gutters, but he told a different tale. 
 `` It was inflicted by an enemy warrior on the field of battle.'' Grandpa would say. `` You ca n't tell anyone, especially your grandma, but when I was younger I used to go on adventures all the time. Every once in a while I still do. Someday I'll show you how to go adventuring, but till then it will be our little secret alright?'' 
 I would always swear myself to secrecy, but it was a point of pride between my friends and I that my grandpa was an adventurer. One day, though, grandpa just disappeared. The cars and grandma were still there, his shoes were still in the front closet, but grandpa himself was just... Gone. 
 My finger came off the lower end of the scar, just below my left hipbone. I looked agin into the mirror and was surprised to see my reflection staring back at me, but not the way I was staring at it. The me in the mirror had a slight smile on his face as he crossed his arms. My arms remained motionless at my sides as he spoke. 
 
 `` So, ever wonder where Grandpa went?''
