Illusions

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I looked at his face but he seemed to be emotionless, he actually looked dead. I pinched him and poked him a few times but there was no reaction. I began to panic as he walked past me to the altar and got on his knees and began to cry. I stood next to him, and saw what he was crying about, there was a picture of me on the casket along with "In loving memory of Sophia Smith."
I was dead.

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He stayed there for a while, a couple hours later we ended up in a cemetery there marked my grave. My name and everything. It looked so dull and simplistic. Just then thunder struck and everything turned pitch black.
I moved around and instantly awoke to the sound of a record skipping. It was my record player, it was screwing up again and with a good kick it would work fine. But I was awake. I get up and run over to my window to see the flat across from me. There stood the most gorgeous man I had even seen on his balcony. He was alive, I was alive, and this was all an Illusion.

{ There you have it! The finished book! Who knows? There might be a sequel! I hope all you sailors (and curious readers) enjoyed! Recommendations are always accepted! Keep on sailing ⚓
Sophia Smith }

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