Last night I dreamed I stood outside counting meteors. I was in awe, I could not believe how big and bright and close to the ground they appeared.
Just then, one far brighter and more colorful than the rest came crashing down and exploded beside me. As I stumbled and fell, the intense heat of its fire filled my body, and I said a silent prayer for my daughter, knowing that in minutes, she would be motherless.
Later, I stood and realized I was safe. I walked into a small apartment, took out a pen and paper, and wrote the following words to my child:
I am not dead.
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