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I woke suddenly; It was 9pm. I looked to my window and saw light streaming in. I looked at my phone and had messages missed, “You still coming, or should we cover you?” I laid back down to rest.

I woke again, this time in a field, and the sky was a reel, showing me every battle I’ve lost in life so far. How was I supposed to feel? The more I pondered, the louder the soundtrack became, until the sky was now pouring down tears, just like my younger self in overwhelm. Is it possible to repeat anew?

I woke again, in a large crowd, but as I tried to see faces, the number of bodies dwindled. Until the crowd became family, and the faces all familiar. Why did I still feel distrusting?

I woke again, the final lap, Like a MarioKart race and I’m in first. Then someone throws a turtle shell that knocks me off course, and now I’m emerged in water and completely forgot I was even racing. I return to the path, and retrace my steps, until I’m alone at the finish line, not knowing what I missed, but bearing full witness to where I came from.

Finally, I wake to the true morning.