I am You

As he was sitting on his bed, breathed deeply and fast. His eyelids trembling were overwhelmed with tear. His hands he couldn't move, his chest drenched with sweat and his lips were shaking like the leaves in winter. A whisper you could hear coming out of the well of his body if you neared your ear to his mouth,"Re - Re - Re a llli ty." He was staring at a picture on the wall, in which a boy and a little girl hand in hand with a grin on their lips were pointing at our hero on the bed.
The shaky hero stuggling dragged his hand up, lifted it towards his face - the children might be laughing at him - but no,contrary to our expectation he touched his face (like a blind man who looks for its stick) and all of his features were there on the right place.
Relieved, as if now with the aid of stick he could run and see, glanced at the things around him, with quick movements touched them and all of a sudden burst into tears, "No, I dont believe this," was his yell. He was void of trust. "Yesterday they werent pointing at me," he whispered when a knock on the door of his room startled him, "Who's that?" he asked and in the answer the wind said "It's me, dont worry."
"So, where are you? I cant see you!!!"
Our hero sprang to the door and locked it, then suspiciously scanned the room to check whether or not anybody had intruded inside, when suddenly his own reflection in the mirror prickled him and then, after recognizing himself broke into a long laughter. He was getting calm as someone again pounded on the door. Relapsing into that desperation, he muttered, "Who's that?" And a childish familiar voiced replied, "Open the door, I am You, the wind.?
And then there was a big shout.