I have these dreams, you see. Dreams where things happen, and when I wake, they have not happened. It confuses me. Last night I showered in my clothes and forgot that it wasn't a dream. This is not good. Red scrawls across my whiteboard and none in my eyes. Cold coffee and stale biscuits and my stomach roils with acid. I will not fall, I will not
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