Preface
This story is a product of my subconscious imagination (yes, it's based off a weird dream I jolted out of on Christmas morning.)
In the past, precisely in May 2017 I had my first lucid dream which was far weirder than this one. It was abrupt, it was morbid, and it was sad. I recounted in the pitch black of my room events of the dream and decided to put it into writing. Unfortunately, I can't remember what happened to the drafts and that's the end of that.
Moments after my Christmas day dream, I tussled with the compulsion to convert it into a story and I'm sure you can tell that my being here is an indication that I lost—Oh well *inserts shrugging emoji*



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