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'Friday, 4:58 p.m.'.
I'm back at my normal body and position, my mother standing directly in front of me waving her hands and snapping.
"Varnika! Look at me! Hello?!" She spoke to me looking frantic.
"S-sorry mom. I was a little sidetracked." I was flustered myself. Hallucinations are a sure sign of psychotic problems.
"Oh, okay. Just come inside, hun. It's been awhile since I've seen you." She led me into the house, guiding me with her hand on my upper back.
She led me to the couch, "So what's been up lately?" She seemed excited to be talking to me again. But I don't care, she didn't text me for the two days she hasn't seen me so she obviously didn't care that much. Don't get me wrong, my mom is nice to me and all, it's just I don't feel like hearing how it's 'so funny' how people get cotton and polyester mixed up and all about her butt-ugly, rude, nasty looking, old hag, co-workers. They had more wrinkles than ever thought possible.
"Mom, I am just really tired. Can I go to sleep and do this later?" I never sat down, I stood ready to go to my paradise room once she gave up.
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