As she walked , meandering a bit at first , then remembering a dream from the night before
she quickened her pace . The feeling of it remained like a layer of fog and complemented by a
vague sense of worry.
Usually she took pleasure in remembering her dreams . It was fun to
assign meaning to characters in this other world . And often they for inspiration for a laugh or
two. But this one …well , this one was poking her the way her younger cousin used to do . It
was irksome and sporadic . Then there was a sudden rustling . Startling her so that she
gasped for a breath . She shook her head . Nothing to be concerned about . Still she looked
carefully about before continuing onward .
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