Dana knew they were only halfway through the first list. “Man,” she thought, “if I wanted to work this hard I would just wake up.”
“Wake up!” One of her sweet 16-year-olds was shaking her. “I can’t find my blue plaid jacket and I told Jim I would wear it today.”
The dregs of the dream dissolved into the familiar surroundings of her own king-sized, pillow topped mattress with the iron head and foot board she adored. She was wearing her cozy faux suede green sweats. And she was, thankfully, no longer doing kitchen duty in The Dreaming.
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