It was a long, white corridor. Without an end. And with each step he took, he felt more and more oppressed by some unseen presence, a terror felt but not seen.
There was just this deep sense of foreboding.
It was a dream he'd had before.
It was a dream he hated.
He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake.
He never woke from this dream - he was always woken.
He pressed on, step after step. Suddenly there was nothing to step on and he was falling, terrified, clutching at air.
He woke just as he hit the floor.
PLEASE NOTE: Grannie's surgery is scheduled for this morning. Annie and I are at the hospital with her.
I will do updates on FaceBook and Twitter (@lceel) as I can - for any who might be interested. and for those of you sending good vibes her way - thank you so very much.