[WP] Every time you die, you shift to an alternate universe where you continue to live, having survived the thing that killed you in the previous one. You start realizing what's happening.

The sense of relief that gripped me upon waking was nothing I had encountered before, as long as I could remember. It was like waking up from a terrible dream and slowly becoming accustomed to the fact that it was just that... a dream.

But this was more. The euphoria flooded my veins as I stood up and stretched. It must have been a dream, it had to be. I forced myself to try to remember. I strained but I all I could muster was a wisp of what it was. All I could get was a feeling, a feeling of wild dread that I could not place. I sucked in my breath as the dread filled me. I was ok. It was just a dream. A strange dream, but just a dream.

Light flooded through my curtains and I glanced at the clock. Strange. It was only 6 in the morning. The sun rarely rose anymore. I was temporarily blinded as I drew the thick drapes apart. Squinting, I stared into the wasteland... what wasteland? I shook my head to clear it from the remnants of the dream. What was I going at? Since when did I think the sun rarely rose? It was perfectly normal for the sun to be up at 6!

I chuckled at myself as I stared over my city. I took in the green spaces and the huge fountains, the glistening solar panels and the wind turbines in the distance. It was the same view I'd seen every morning for years. I inhaled it, breathed in the beauty and felt that strange relief again. It felt the same, but altered in some way. The view felt... delicate in some way. It seemed to waver for a moment. I rubbed my eyes and turned away.

For a split second, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I saw the wasteland that I must have dreamt. I saw the feeble sun's rays barely crawling over the horizon. I saw the fires burning the city below.

And I saw a face. I saw her soft, puckered lips. I saw her dreamy eyes, green with gold flecks. I felt her soft skin on mine. I smelled her hair against my nose. I held her in my arms. Oh! How fiercely I loved her.

She was still there. She was home. And I would never ever be home again.

And then it was over. The dysphoria, the grief were only wispy memories now. I took a breath. All was ok. It was a dream and only that. I mustn't let my emotions get ahold me again like that.

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