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CHAPTER ELEVEN: Reality

Why do I feel like that the bed becomes less squashy yet more comfortable?

I blink my eyes open, grabbing my eyeglasses from somewhere near the pillow. As soon as I have my eyeglasses on, my eyes widen as they linger on the familiar sight of the flat ceiling. Confusion sweeps me as I sit up in bed, my mind grappling with the sight around me.

This isn’t Hugh's penthouse’s guest room. This is my own bedroom! But how?! Has it all been a dream?!

I shake my head, trying to dispel the remnants of sleep and the lingering sense of disorientation. My heart races as I scan the room, searching for any trace of the opulent surroundings of the penthouse. But there’s nothing. Just the familiar furnishings of my childhood home.

Suddenly, a knock on the door draws my attention, and before I can respond, a figure I thought I’d never see again enters - mama. A warm smile lights up my face as I gaze at her.

"Mama!" I cry as I rush to the door to embrace her tightly.

Mama returns the embrace just as fi
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