Twenty-Seven
Noell woke, the sun streaming in through her window. She stretched and yawned. So good to have a day off from the Roads Department. She loved her job and pretty much liked, even loved the guys working with her. But today to sleep in and have the whole day to … wait. She had informed herself last night that she was cleaning the porch today.
Shoot!
Well. She would do it. No matter what.
She stretched again. Felt good. Slept well, except for the usual every-night-nightmare. If only she could have one night without it—one night!
You’d think for as many times she’d experienced it, she would be used to it by now—that it wouldn’t affect her.
Until she thought about it.
Everyone had dreams.
Everybody had nightmares, too.
But did everybody have the same nightmare over and over
