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rev·er·ie.
[ˈrev(ə)rē]
NOUN
1. a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream:
"a knock on the door broke her reverie"
A daydream, trance, hallucination that absorbs you. Your mind in preoccupation. Musing; pondering to yourself. Becoming inattentive to those around you and absentminded to everything.
I thought I was okay once I obtained "the cure", but my story line took a jerk of a turn.
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