I'm thinking but I'm not myself. I guess when you over think you become stressed and nothing is the same anymore. I feel myself levitate of the cold damp floor. I look up to see my sister carry me. She's dead. If she's dead how could she be carrying me. My eyes are closed. I'm just imagining it. I open then and see a different person carrying me. It's not my family, it's not a friend its a stranger. I don't even care right now so I just close my eyes and go back to sleep. When I woke up, I'm nicely tucked in a bead and that same stranger that was carrying me was trying to spoon soup in my mouth. I tried to resist but that soup was good. It instantly warmed my insides up. The stranger looks incredibly familiar but I don't know where I have seen him before. He's tall, old and has long grey hair kinda like Santa.
"Hey, Nick, do you remember me I'm your grandpa Nate called me to come take care of you." I don't re bed him but I just act like I do. "It's ok if you don't remember me I don't like to visit young kids that's why I never visited you until now."
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Black Space
Mystery / ThrillerWhen you look around the world constantly, you tend to loose your focus on real life problems, you begin to slip in to a fantasy world until something happens when you get shocked back into reality. You're looking out a window at a pretty green scen...
