It's been 45 minutes since she left. I'm writing this on a computer that I found in one of the rooms. I'm leaving my mark in this world just in case something happens to me. Although it is a good possibility that I was high off psychedelic, I can't be too sure anymore if anything is real or if i'm still *within the trip*.
The mysterious woman should be back soon. I don't have much more time. If someone finds this, my name is Arnold J. Goldenfield. At least that's the other name I found around the house. It must be mine. If I go missing, then maybe life really isn't all that real.
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Thank you all for reading, this story originally started as a school project and then I turned it into something more. If you have any tips, questions or concerns, please feel free to leave a comment!
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