"We don't come to story to escape reality, we come to story to navigate reality." — Lisa Cron
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Scarlett woke with a heavy headache and a strange dream that seemed to have lasted forever. No, the dream seemed too true to be a dream, she could have sworn it had been real, too real.
So when she woke up in a room that looked nothing like her home, she knew something was wrong. In a situation where she could have screamed out of fright, Scarlett couldn't mutter a thing because a splitting headache seared through her head and she moaned out of pain instead.
It was too much, there was so much information going through her head; images and memories that seemed foreign yet familiar.
"What is it?" She heard an unfamiliar voice ask out of concern but she was in so much pain to care.
"Is too much," Scarlett cried out at last, burying her face in her laps.
