The streets filled with sleek cars and lined with sleek business and shopping pedestrians – gone.
There are trees, bigger and more, and there are roads, different roads but roads nonetheless, and the water is in the same place, diamond-studded under a brilliant sky she could have sworn was cloudy only a few minutes ago.
The high rise building she’d worked in – gone. The bitchy boss from hell she works for – gone. Good.
But her entire base of reality is gone. Bad.
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This is such a rollercoaster ride! She may be taking the good with the bad but its with the very very bad…im surprised shes not insane…oh wait!!! Maybe she is???
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speaking as one who has had glimpses (fleeting, momentary and only in passing, thank god!) I feel for your protagonist (protagona?), it’s tough to know that there no place other than here, now.
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This, I think sums up reality for your character, in the moment, right now. We all need a strong base from which to function.
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