I dreamt of granny again.
I was staring at an empty clear persplex box with a Japanese manga sticker of a blond curly haired girl. She spoke to me from there. Technology had made it possible to preserve the soul after the body was gone. The only thing is ....she had a girlish voice and was telling me her encounters and emotions as if she was a teenager. It made me laugh at the purity of thoughts but I could not recall what was said. I woke up with tears in my eyes.
4.30am and the sunlight beamed through the curtain.
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