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“Mary, Help,” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Come here quick! Where are you? Help!”
“What's wrong?” she asks as she comes running into the room.
“I don't know! I think I'm dieing or maybe I'm already dead! I don't know!” I reply as I try to get a handle on where I am and what is going on.
“You must have fallen asleep again,” Mary says gently. “You're alright.”
“That's easy for you to say,” I respond; the panic getting better as my brain starts to get a little more oxygen.
Death has been cheated once again!
