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Prologue: Nothing special

  "I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten."

  Nicholas Sparks

  There was nothing ever particularly special about me. I led a relatively normal and ordinary life right up until my death. I have often woken up from sleeping and thought, "Am I still dreaming?" Often struggled to differentiate my dreams from reality. Woken up to be angry that I can no longer fly.

  That’s how this moment of memory started for me.

  . . .

  I was on my way home after a long day of work. Dusk had fallen and the sky was turning when I hit the ice. I must have driven past the slow down sign 1000 times before and as usual, I did.

  Hitting the brakes as I came up to the corner. Unfortunately, that is when I hit the ice. The car spun. Like the ice I froze, unable to move as the car careened out of control. Pushed into the side of the car I felt it shudder as it pressed through the barrier before flipping off the side of the road and over the side of the cliff. It was a long way down.

  . . .

  Drifting out of the depths of unconsciousness, I felt alone.

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  . . .

  Tuntun, tuntun. I could feel my heartbeat as if I’m underwater.

  . . .

  Tuntun, tuntun. We all die alone, the thought came unprompted.

  . . .

  Tuntun, tuntun. But it turned out I’m not alone, Lub dub.

  . . .

  My heart was racing but it kept time with another.

  . . .

  Lub dub,

  . . .

  Tuntun, tuntun, tuntun,

  . . .

  Lub dub.

  . . .

  A heartbeat that was moving slower than mine but still they kept time together. Two beats to my six, still their speed rose and fell together.

  . . .

  Once more from the pit of oblivion I arose, with the thought "I think therefore I am."

  . . .

  tuntun, tuntun.

  . . .

  My heartbeat therefore I was alive, tuntun, tuntun, but I felt no pain

  . . .

  so . . . "Either I’m injured beyond belief . . . or I’m fine?" I thought to myself.

  . . .

  "Have I woken up from dreaming but still find myself unable to move?" I wondered.

  . . .

  "Was that what seemed to be happening here . . . " I speculated.

  . . .

  I just had to wait. I would either awake or fall back into nothingness.

  . . .

  Lub dub,

  . . .

  tuntun, tuntun, tuntun,

  . . .

  lub dub.

  . . .

  Slowly I swam up out of my stupor, I opened my eyes but all I could see was an orange glow. Waking to the warmth I found myself floating and without warning, I could hear now more than just a heartbeat. I was suddenly surrounded by sound. A humming filled my head. The notes rose and fell, the lullaby already unknowingly remembered, and soothed, I once more fell to sleep.

  . . .

  Ding. Sentience recognised. User interface enabled.

  Level: 0

  Experience: 0/100

  Health: 10/10 Stamina: 1/3 Mana: 10/10

  Vitality: 1

  Endurance: 0

  Strength: 0

  Dexterity: 0

  Senses: 0

  Mind: 44

  Clarity: 0

  Magic: 1

  Skills:

  That was new.

  . . .

  Was I awake or . . . was I still dreaming?

  https://wanderinginn.com/2016/07/27/1-00/

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