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A poem/short story type thing I wrote. Nothing too advanced. It was inspired by a drawing I drew. Any feedback appreciated!

A dark and lonely night. Lighting flashes around. Asleep, I dreamed of
an energy surrounding me, faceless, featureless men surrounded me. They
pointed to me, whispering. They suddenly turned around and disappeared. I
awoke, and a man was standing over me, a gun in hand. I didn’t even
have time to scream, he fired. I felt a strange sensation; I then saw my
body on the bed. I was dead. Not knowing what to do, I became angry. I
was powerless. He took my valuables and fled. A few minutes later the
cops arrived. I was floating, invisible, unable to help. Then a white
clad figure appeared in front of me. He said, “It is not your time, go
back to the world of the living.” Another flash and I saw the faces of
one of the cops. I was alive. I awoke once again in bed, at home, the
sun shining. Was that all a dream? I looked to the sky and saw the sun, I
smiled. I'm alive.

Author's Note

Anything is helpful!