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As I walked over to my old room, I realized Mother was right. My phone was still ringing. I pick it up to see who could’ve been calling. For a second, just a second, my heart stopped. It was Maisie. She never calls me around this hour. I pick up, putting the phone to my ear, and mutter a, “Hello?”, semi-panicked. “Erick,”, Maisie began, “When’ll you come home?”. I sighed in relief. Thank God. “I’ll be back in another day or two.”, I replied, still calming down a bit. She was silent for a bit, unnerving my slightly. “Could you…”, Maisie finally mumbled, “…come home tonight, maybe?”. I sat there in thought for a moment, “Lass, you-uh…you alright?”, I asked, starting to get worried. “Yes, I’m fine. I just…”, Maisie paused, “…I’m worried about you.”. “Eh?”, I didn’t quite understand, “Why…w-what’s wrong? What happened?”. “I had…a dream.”, She answered, “About you.”. I, again, paused, then asking, “What kind of dream?”. She was silent again.
A captivating image of a woman with long black hair, her back turned to the viewer, against a fading black background. The artwork features dynamic lighting and intricate details in a dark fantasy style.
Created by Hamilton on May 26, 2023 using the SDXL BETA AI image generator model.
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Awesome story, so this dream is premotion like in movie "minority report"?
After at least a minute or two, she finally replied, “The same kind of dream you’ve been having…”. We both sat quietly for a while, and then she hung up after a quick, sorrowful, “Goodbye, love.”. I was stiff. I could hardly breathe. I scarcely moved. I was right. These dreams mean something, but even so, what {do} they mean? It was another hour until I got up and came back out to the Living Room. “What took ye’ so long?”, Dad asked. “It was…uh..”, I had no clue how to explain it. The best I could come up with was a mere, “It was Maisie, checkin’ in, y’know.”. Naturally, Mother wasn’t convinced. Dad seemed to understand my secrecy, but Mother retorted, “Ye’ were in there fer’ an {hour}! What actually happened?”. I sighed roughly, knowing there was no way in hell I was getting out of this. Eventually, I just muttered, “Nothin’…Just do-don’t worry about it.”. Mother kept biting back, “How can I not when yer’ being untruthful?”.
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Wow! Beautiful!!