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A sleep that was, unfortunately, disturbed by strange dreams. Hazy images flashed through my mind. I recognized my new bedroom, but the scenery shifted. I felt like I was floating through Rodney’s house. There I was down the stairs and out the door. My new nightgown did little to protect me against the damp, chill air, but I kept moving. Dreary alleys and empty streets flashed across my blurry vision. Unfamiliar, all of them, and a creeping sensation of fear began to invade my thoughts. Something wasn’t right.
Is this. . .is this a dream?
My question induced panic inside me as I realized what I’d suspected all along: I wasn’t dreaming.
I gasped and the world came into focus, but that mattered little. I had no idea where I was. My feet, however, seemed to know the way as I
