Sleeping

Sleeping

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June 'Snow' Blanc was your average thirteen-going-on-fourteen year old girl. She went out with her friends, she went to the southern California beach, she went to school and she had a great boyfriend. Until the day she didn't wake up. To her friends and family she disappeared, but the experience for Snow is much different. All she has experienced for what feels like an eternity is darkness and thoughts. She doesn't know what she is, nonetheless who she is. All her life is now is questions of her existence and reliving memories with her friends, and even then she doesn't know if they are real. Then she was found over 350 years later. This is her story - a story of love, betrayal, aliens, and what it truly means to be human.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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