When I awoke, I realized that I was part of something. I don’t know if that “something” knew that it was a part of me. It talks to me and wonders if I like my life. It asks me if I’ve ever been happy and I’ve achieved my hopes and dreams. It seems to plead with me to share that information. There’s a sadness in its voice and thought that it may leave. But it can’t. It doesn’t know how.

So, I tell my other part that, yes… I’ve been happy and have achieved many of my hopes and dreams. However, I’m not done yet. There’s still more to do. I’ll waken from this one life and enter my other one. When I’ve lived fully there, I’ll return again. The thing that shares my life and my dreams seems satisfied. I can feel a coldness surround me as I slept.

 

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