Wow, this is the second time the photo prompt appears as if selected for my story… something must be up. I’d already thought of beginning the next part with something like…
100 words
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I woke up in my room. What—?
“She’s awake.” Sam.
“You… can speak?”
“I was just messin’ with you. Sorry about that.”
Then Alison appeared. In my room.
“You— You’re dead.”
“No,” she responded. “A man was threatening my family. …We came close to entering witness protection. …I heard what happened to you.”
“What happened?” The words slipped out.
“You don’t remember? …You tried to jump.”
“Jump?”
Mom and Dad entered. They “explained” why they barred my window.
An hour later, Rex entered. That explained everything. Rex, my dog, died ages ago. There, I realized: none of this was real.
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The Dependent Independent 
Dear Adam,
Dreams can seem so real. I’ve had a few where it took me hours after I woke up to accept the fact that it was a dream. You’ve captured that moment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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What is reality? No-one knows.
Good piece.
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That’s pretty surreal! I hate it when I wake up and the dream was so vivid I have to think about whether it actually happened.
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Is it a dream? Or the afterlife? Or maybe another universe? Very intriguing.
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