The sun rays touched his eyelids. Which means he was reborn. Alive, for a reason. He opened his eyes and watched the wall. There it was, in tidy handwriting his autograph for his next best seller. This wall was basically a ‘vision board’ His peek to the near future. They say thoughts become things so he have envisioned himself signing off books in New York. This picture is his escape from the present to the future. Because one day he will surely be there, reading his book for the crowd, the claps, the chanting, the appraiser bursting his heart with tears.

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