⚠️Talk of anxiety and description of a panic attack.⚠️
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Title - You Could Be Mine In Another Life Time.
I must warn you. The moment your reality shifts you will not be able to go back to your previous life. Are you sure you want to do this?
Yes
Okay. Close your eyes and dream of the reality you want.
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You awoke with a jerk, as if your body had been falling only to finally land after what felt like forever. And the first thing you noticed was how comfortable you were. Were you dead? Because you literally felt as though you were on a cloud. The atmosphere was serene and quiet, just the right amount of dim lighting from the sun outside.
Thankfully your curtains kept the strong rays from blinding you, only slivers of sun could filter through.
With a sigh, you start to roll onto your back until you feel a body press into you. This makes you freeze and then your eyes open. Was someone in bed with you? You reach a hand back, a bit afraid at what you'd feel, before the palm of your hand slides over a warm hip. When you register that it wasn't yours you were touching your hand quickly snatches back.
Who was in your bed with you?
The sound of a female sighing filled your ears. Your eyes widen as you stay on your side and stare at the window, wondering who the hell you slept with last night. Because the last thing you remember was going to bed alone. While you're thinking about that, the girl behind you slips her arm around your waist and clings to your stomach.
You suck in some air before holding it, hoping you hadn't woken her up. And then you feel her breasts brush over your back. The action alone had you freaking out internally. Because even though you were a full fledged lesbian, this was still a stranger to you. So what the fuck happened last night?
Once the girl relaxed and the sounds of her soft snoring filled your ears, you waited a few minutes to ensure she was asleep. Before slipping out from under her arm. Thankfully she didn't wake up, which gave you the opportunity to stand next to the bed and survey the room.
It was dark so you couldn't quite make out much. But the longer you took in your surroundings the more you started to realize that this wasn't the same room you fell asleep in last night. What the hell was going on?
You rush to the bathroom, your feet taking you exactly where you needed to go, which made you curious. How did you know where things were if this isn't your room?
With the door shut, you switch the lights on and look at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, it was you. Your face didn't change much. Nothing did. But who the fuck was in your bed?
You splash some water on your face, letting it drip down and into the sink as you keep the tap running. You close your eyes and try to remember the last thing you did last night. But nothing would come to mind, just a rush of fuzzy static. It was driving you crazy. With a huff you shut the water off then rush out of the bathroom, you ignore the water still sliding down your face.
When you walk into your room, you skip the bed and go straight to the curtains. Where you split them open so the sunlight can peek through.
"Ugh, what the fuck.." the other person had groaned, slowly sitting up in bed where you see that she was naked. Your cheeks blush as you look around and try to find something that resembles her clothes. You luckily had yours on so the first shirt you see gets tossed onto the bed near her.
