Another Self

Besides me, there is another soul in my body. Who could it be? I have autism. This is a reality beyond stories. The following is my story. It can be me or us. I remember the first time I dreamed about that scene, I was five years old. I dreamed that I had a little friend. He was the same size as me. I didn't like to talk, so he always stayed with me, sitting with me, standing with me, and playing with me. I don't know his name. It was an afternoon and I dreamed of him again. I said, let's go play! He nodded. It was a very pleasant afternoon. We played for a long time and talked a lot. I lowered my head and shoveled the sand happily with the small shovel in my hand. Looking up, I saw my brother and his friends looking at me with strange expressions, and he said. "What can you say on your own?" My friend disappeared. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.