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KURT
My dreams were full of deserts and a too-hot sun burning me, leaving me parched and exhausted, mirages of other people passing through my vision. At times, I knew I was trapped in that state between waking and sleeping, and at others, it seemed all too real. I drifted back and forth with no sense of time and no idea of how I had arrived here. And then I dreamed of night falling, of cool air kissing my body, and the dreams of the desert whisked away.
Waking was a slow and halting thing. The first time, I woke in utter darkness, but as I clutched the sheets below me, I recognized the too-real detail that proved I was truly awake. Just knowing that I had escaped my dreamland was surety enough, and my eyes closed easily, slipping into a true sleep. The next time, the room was dimly l
