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Soft fur brush my cheek. As I tried to stand the ground contradicted my movements. The ground was an unidentifiable color and the grass was replaced with the texture of an animal. I looked up to see myself staring back. I wobbled one hand up, it did the same. In that same moment the ground had risen floating me towards myself. As we looked into eachothers eyes mimicking eachothers motion. I could see what time had done. I could see the development of my face that I hadn't noticed before. If this was what I was going to wake up too. Then I refuse to wake up. Like the universe hearing my internal monologe, I woke up to my alarm clock.