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MORE BAD DREAMS
“Wake up, Grant.” He opened his eyes to see Mary standing over him smiling.
“Where am I?” He groggily asked.
“You’re home silly.” Mary laughed. “Where do you think you are?”
“How?”
She bent over and kissed Grant’s lips, “You must have had another one of your dreams.”
“Must have.” He gave a confused smile, as he wasn’t sure of what was happening. It must be a dream he was stuck in, last he remembered was the feeling of fading away on the floor of the shoe factory. Or perhaps he was dead, and this was heaven, or possibly hell. All he knew was that he woke up in his old bed and house with Mary by his side.
“Are you going to get up or stay in bed all day?” She giggled. “Or did you forget what today is?”
“Rough night, my mind is somewhat foggy.” Grant smiled, crawling
