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bad dream

March 4, 2007

I woke that morning with a feeling of dread. I sat up fast, eyes wide, cheast heaving to gulp precious air into my stressed lungs. The dream was already fading to the point that all I could remember was the fear. Eyes squeezed shut I breathed deep in an attempt to stop the thumping in my chest. I wiped sweat from my brow after again reclining.

The clock said 2:30 PM.

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