Sunday, September 30, 2018

266/365/Dream

I’d been talking with my sister-in-law on my cell phone. I hung up, dropped the phone in my purse. I heard screaming. I traced the sound to the phone—I must not have hung up. I dug it out, listened to the screaming, felt helpless, panicked. I woke up. The room was cold, I was congested, my nose was whistling.

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