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When I woke up, I felt like something was off. Try as I might, I couldn't place my finger on it. The merciless glare of the fireball in the sky pierced my sensitive eyes and I forced my eyes shut, seeing weird fireworks. "Ugh, this is too early for stupid fireworks," I grumble to myself and roll over. Which I shouldn't have done because now I found myself on the floor. My head was under the bed and my leg was up on the bedside table.
Is it even possible to fall like this?
Then out of nowhere, I see my door slowly open and feet stepping in cautiously.
Who's feet are they?
I start panicking and hold my breath. It can't be my roommate because she's never really home, and those look like guy feet.
Maybe it's one of her boyfriends that decided to stay here till she's back?
Yeah that's it. I have no reason to be scared. Wait. She's lesbian.
Well then shit.
The feet stepped further into my roo- my kingdom, and then stopped at the other side of the bed. I held my breath for longer, feeling like my lungs were shriveling up like a raisin, and waited until he would leave. But of course I forgot about my leg which was up on the bedside table.
Oh just fucking great.
"You know I can see you, right?," he chuckled. I bit my tongue and slowly, and akwardly, stood up.
"Uh.. ye-," I started to say but then I looked up and my mouth dropped. There was practically a puddle of drool on the floor the second I laid eyes on him. He raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "Y-you're... oh.. my..god!" I started hyperventilating right then and there, which, mind you, was very unnatractive. Unless you find a girl impersonating a seal attractive then whatever floats your boat, but I don't think there's much of you out there.
"You might want to wipe that drool off your chin." And there's that smirk.
He's actually here! Oh my fuck. How? What? Ugh! He's exactly like I imagined him to be, just even hotter, if possible.
"How are you-" deep breath. "What the-" another deep breath. "I don't under-" and then faint.
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I felt someone slapping me. How dare they slap me? I opened my eyes with the harshest glare I could muster and my eyes fell on him. The boy whom I created in my book that was finished just a few hours ago. And he's here. In my fucking room!
And then he chuckled. "I'll be staying here for a while so you don't have to worry about missing me too much."
I felt like fainting again.
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The Reality Of Fiction
Short StoryThere's a thin line between fiction and reality. There's also a girl who practically lives in the books she writes. So what happens when she can't tell fiction from reality?
