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It was a normal morning when I went down the street and hoped, that I wouldn't be late for my university classes.

As I waited for the street light to turn green I saw a toddler walking straight into the front of a speeding car. The driver of said car didn't see him of course, he was occupied with his phone. Why couldn't people put their private life aside when they were driving? It was dangerous damnit!

My mind couldn't really progress what happened. I remember sprinting down the street and grabbing the kid. The vehicle crashed into me, and then everything I registered, was pain. My whole body hurt and distantly I heard sobbing. It could have been the child in my arms or just some crying bystander. There was a lot of noise and shouting. It all seemed so far away...

I was tired... It seemed to be a good time to sleep, so I closed my eyes and hoped, that the noise would just stop.

My consciousness slipped away.

I was weary when I woke up. Everything seemed so blurry and I couldn't stay awake long enough to even check my surroundings. There were some shuffling and muffled voices but I was too tired. 'Later,' I decided and shut my eyes.

Life went on normally and it seemed so painfully normal. There was no concrete point, when I realized where I was and my mind slowly began to supply memories of my old life. The body of the 2-year-old that I was occupying seemed now so much realer than before and I began to take in my surroundings. I was in a room, extra designed for a child. A girl to be exact and currently I was cuddling with a giant plushy, what seemed to be a bunny. I pushed it aside.

So, what now? I had seated myself onto a bed and began to think.

I had been on my way to class. After that... What happened after that?

The memories hit me with full force. I had run onto the street to save that kid and as result I had been the one run over. I remembered the pain and a throbbing headache began to appear. I clutched my head with those tiny little hands. Hands that didn't belong to me. Why was I in a child's body? I should be d-... Nope! Not thinking about that! It was impossible. If I had died couldn't be here and breathing. Think about it. Was this possibly a near death illusion? Was my body shut down into a coma and sitting in a hospital bed, waiting for me to wake up?

The possibilities were driving me insane and at the same time I knew the answer. I didn't want it to be true. I couldn't have left my family and friends behind and died! Maybe I was just imaging this and in a few minutes, I would be awake and this horrible, horrible dream would end.

It didn't end.

I was still stuck in this body after that what seemed to be an hour. I was getting tired and my eyes were dropping. Hysterics were getting me and the tiredness wasn't helping.

Sleep was more tempting than ever and in the end, I let myself drift into the soft clutches of sleep.

Edited: 2/14/2016