I slept on my stomach till someone pushed on my shoulder. I looked back to see my mother as she was in the fifties—wearing a frumpy outfit with a little brown hat, both of which were dated even then. She looked otherworldly—but eerily incandescent as if lit from within. She said nothing, just smiled. I became dizzy; my consciousness began to fade. I’d die if I didn’t do something so I shook my head violently from side to side to bring myself out of it. I woke and yelled. I said nothing—It was just a scream.
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"Classic"
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