"Eyes are the Windows to the Soul" drabbles by Samantha Grace Bishop

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Eyes are the Windows to the Soul

I spun around. And there she was. The woman I was to become.
Except I was dreaming. Dreaming the novel I was writing.

Writing about my future. In second person future tense. But it was unraveling quicker than I could piece the patchwork together. Like a fence falling apart faster than you could paint it.

Oddball to watch myself yarn like that. Dreaming. I could see the words before my eyes. Each syllable like a heartbeat.

Noiselessly thrumming melody of life. Enhanced. Breathing. And when I awoke, the devil was there, remarking I Love what you've done to the place.