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Dream Walk
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Martha woke in a stupor. She was overwhelmingly tired though she had slept eight solid hours without a trip to the bathroom. She sat up and covered her face blocking the sunlight pouring into the room. She always left her blinds open. It was her alarm clock. Whenever the sun rose, the light covered her like sparkling jewels, fully spreading over her. She hated alarm clocks and broke many, throwing them across the room. She loved waking naturally. Preparing her clothes and lunch the night before provided her plenty of time to get ready and arrive in time for work in the morning.
She deliberated her tiredness until it tired her more to think about it. Swinging her legs to the floor, she began undressing pulling her nightgown over her head, when a dried blood stain swung into her face from the bottom hem. She had no idea where the blood came from. Startled, she checked her body for any sign of cuts, but everything appeared fine.
The blood stain was dark and wide, about five inches. She could come up with no explanation for it and threw the nightgown into the hamper knowing it would require further examination later that day.
Warm water splashed her body yielding not a trace of red or blemish nor any crustiness to reveal a source.
She entered the kitchen too nervous to eat and packed her breakfast bagel, warming it…
