What if the world is a Dream? part 3

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I carefully reach my hand to the monkey and tug on the back of it's vest. I lightly tug on it, hoping that it doesn't get startled and bite. Even though it was a toy, I worried about it a lot. It just slowly looked up at me. With those big, black, soulless eyes. It started smiling creepily at me, then it bites my index finger with all its strength. I had to pry its mouth open to get back my finger. I examined my finger bottom to top, in the middle of my finger was the bite mark. I could see tiny red beads of blood slowly attaching to one another. It wasn't long until I saw the monkey laughing at me, thinking how foolish I was. Then one single drop of blood hit the ground, it echoed through the forest behind me. The monkey disappeared. No where to be seen.

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