Posted about 4 years ago
"Close. My phone had died before I could call, so I left to see for myself. I finally got it charged, so it shouldn't be too long now. I'm just now reaching the driveway." he said, grinning. Now was the moment. He could only pray, however, that his bruises and the ugly scar down his back didn't erase anything they once had.
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. - William Dement
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