They’re coming closer and closer, roaring, and I can’t move; can’t scream; can’t breathe...
I wake up as my feet hit the floor. He’s still snoring, oblivious as usual. This has to stop...can I get the duct tape sealed tightly over his lips without waking him? There, that should do it...
I get into bed. Are my nightmares gone? I don’t know. Yet. Turning off the light, I close my eyes.
--Jo/Sarah
2 comments:
I'm surprised nobody else has commented on this. I liked it!
Short & sweet (dreams). The co-writers should consider submitting it as a flash fic.
-Barbara
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