The cinema

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I was shocked awake when I awoke. Standing up and glancing around, I noticed that I had been laying down only moments before.There was a long corridor in front of me that went to a number of rooms. It featured red carpeting, similar to what you may see celebrities strolling on. There was a ceiling bulb around every 10 meters that was bright but didn't have a yellow tone to it. It turned out to be a fluorescent light. There was a letter on the wall beside me that said, "We are sad to report your death." You were fortunate to have lived a long and healthy life. Please proceed to Room 27 A. It's at the end of the corridor.,, Was it true that I had died? I followed the instructions to the letter.

The trek seemed to take forever, yet it couldn't have been more than ten minutes. That is if time exists after death.

I stood in front of the door, a thousand feelings flooding through me: fear of what might be beyond the door, excitement if all of my previous life's friends were present. But I was mostly intrigued because anything may be on the other side. I eventually opened the door, bracing myself, and let me tell you what I discovered inside startled me.

There were several persons who resembled me. Every person wore a name tag with a number on it. There were a total of 26 persons who I recognized as prior selves from previous lives. Looking at my clothes I found the number 27 standing out from my white t-shirt, written in a black sharpie. I took the seat which was labeled with number 27 on it. Before I could see how many seats there were inside of the cinema room, the lights got dimmed. The TV projector displayed everyones life in flashbacks before it got to mine. When it did, it said ,, Welcome 27. Everybody here-your past selves have already been through this, some more than others. After your life plays, your next life, the 28th will begin playing. It will be presented at the speed of a normal life. When it ends number 28 will join you and so on.

A fresh,, movie,, began as my life's flashbacks came to a close.

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