There was this infinite line of ribs. Scarce piano notes covered the footsteps of a rat, and all this time I kept realizing I had never been born. Someway I knew that this dream was only a lack of having lived. I just imagined this things from what I heard from souls on their way out. I looked down but my body wasn't there, so how can you wake up if you have no body? How can I know that right now we're not in this dream?
Honey that wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.
He smirked. Without noticing he implied how much his clear blue eyes have seen.
Oh no, trust me, this wasn't a nightmare.
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