{ WP } You die in this dimension , and you wake up in another one .

'With Every broken bone, I swear I lived'', I belted out as I cruised down the interstate to a concert. I drummed along on the steering wheel of my Mustang. Suddenly the SUV infront of me fishtails as its driver frantically attempts to regain control of the vehicle. My Mustang hits the patch of black ice, and I too am skidding. I hit the guardrail and begin to flip, time slowing down to a crawl. I am concious of someone screaming, probably me, and then I hear a sickening crunch as the car lands upside down. My neck snaps on impact, as I was securely belted in. 
 
 I yawn, then stop mid yawn. What the... I was just dead, of that I'm sure, and now here, waking up in some strangers bed. Oddly enough, there is a picture of me with a striking man smiling at me warmly with one arm around my waist, which if my eyes are n't decieving me, looks pregnant. In another photo is me and this same mystery man holding our newborn. The baby looks like both of us to convince me that somehow this little person is mine, and so is the man. BUT I WAS JUST DEAD, my mind insist. I do n't feel dead. My breasts hurt, which probably means I'm breast feeding the baby, and my hair is a mess, which it usually is when I wake up. I hear the baby crying. Well, dead or not, the baby sounds hungry, and really, if I'm not dead it's fine by me, although just a bit strange. I ponder that as memories that I do n't remember making appear in my brain. The baby is Jessika, and she's 3 months old. Huh. Oh well. Nature calls.
