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     She never considered herself to be the type that scared easily.  Her thought process was geared too much towards common sense and wisdom, acqired from abusive relationships and real life experiences.
     Now free from her ex-husband's tyrany, she was able to act and think for herself, a luxury she could not always afford. On top of the world, she had the rest of her life ahead of her. At twenty-seven, she was a successful, business woman.
     Her intelligence saw her through in life, as did her beauty and out-going personality. She was every man's, "Dream Girl", though she failed to see it.
     The alarm clock brought her back, from a dream into reality. It was a good dream too. There was a handsome man in it, and just as he was about to kiss her, the alarm clock ruined her romantic plans.
     "Six O'clock", she moaned as she pushed the snooze button. Slowly she sat up in bed, rubbing her big, blue eyes. Moaning under her breath about how she needed her coffee and a cigarette, she slid out of bed and headed straight for the kitchen. She had to be at work by nine, hence she needed her..."Morning Time", as she called it.
     She put a pot of coffee on, then picked out a dress from her closet. She loved her job as a reporter for the local newspaper, but she was not a morning person. She detested getting up before eleven.
     As she stepped into the shower, she developed a nagging feeling, as if something was not quite right. It continued to plague her all day, and she was growing weary from this feeling of impending doom. However, she could not allow a..."feeling" keep her from carrying on her daily tasks.
When her day came to an end, the feeling had grown much stronger.
     "Maybe I'll call Mom and see if she wants to come over for dinner and catch a movie", she thought as she picked up the Princess phone in her bedroom. It rang ten times, and still her Mother did not pick up. "Hmmm", she thought, "That is strange. Mom always answers her phone." But she chalked it off as a last minute run to the grocery store. She decided to try back later.
     After putting on a roast, she made a pot of coffee and lit a cigarette. "Time to unwind and relax", she told herself from her two-story balcony.
     The eerie feeling still churned within her.  She could not seem to shake it.
     The ringing of the phone brought her back to reality. "That's probably Mom", she assessed. "I'll ask her over for dinner and a movie. She will really enjoy that".
     When she picked up the phone and said, "Hello", her blood turned to ice.  For who was on the other end defied all human logic.
     Her thought's swirled around in her head like a pile of Autumn leaves. It was her own voice!
     "Now listen to me", she heard herself say. "I have something very important to tell you".
     Her mind became numb as she listened carefully to, "The Impossible". This made no sense to her, what-so-ever.
     "Mom's not at home, because she is viewing the body.
     "Whose body, she stammered. "Who is this"?
     "This is me, I mean you, and I have a very important message for you. Remember when we were driving home after work"?
     "Yes, but who are you"? This could not possibly be.
     "I've already told you, this is you. Now listen. At the intersection of Blake and Roston, we hit a semi, head on".
     All of the color drained out of her face. "Go on", she said.
     "I've called to tell you that we died an hour ago, you just don't realize it yet".
                                                                         THE END
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Just a short story that came to mind.
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