One balmy summer night, Anna dreamed she was Vincent, her doppelgänger. He was just like her: he wrote, he read, he wore a hat. Anna woke up startled. She no longer knew whether she was Anna who had dreamed she was Vincent, or Vincent who was dreaming he was Anna.
A 50-Word Story A Day Keeps the Boredom Away #10
The most resonant stories are the ones that ring most true. I always wanted to know what it felt like to be a male.
🙂 What a nice world you two share :)!
I’d swap lives with you any day, provided that you keep the children. I mean with Anna!
I wouldn’t mind being a boy for a week or 2. 😉 I liked the story.
beautiful..
Any beauty pertaining to this story has to do with Anna, not with me!
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