In The Arms of An Angel Chapter 15
	Mark bolted right up, sweat trickling down his forehead. His chest was heaving up and down. He looked around to check where he was. He was still on the couch, hugging a pillow. The telly was flickering in front of him. A bag of salt and vinegar crisp was lying open on the carpet. His sneakers were thrown at the foot of the sofa. He was definitely at home. He was surely having a bad dream. "But of Gaby?" he wondered aloud. "And why the strange dream? It all felt real. So real!" He wiped the sweat off his face. He was scared. The dream alarmed him. Even in my dreams, she's there. Could this mean something? he asked himself. "Argh!" he screeched, tossing the pillow aside. "I need to get out of here!"     He went to the telephone and dialed Rowen's number. "Hey, mate! What's the craic?"      "Not much, mate! How are ya?" the voice on the other line replied.     "Fine," he muttered. Then he shook his head. "No, I'm not fine."     "Why not? Any problem? Come on, tell me, I'm your best mate."     "It's…" he hesitated. "I`ll pick you at home and then I`ll tell it to you!"     "Cool, mate," Rowen replied. "Gimme a coupla minutes and then we can pick a six-pack!"     "Ok, see you!" With that Mark hang the phone. He needed a diversion. Thinking about a girl with whom he spent less than a day with was insane. And falling in love with her was out of the question. "In love?" he cooed. Where the hell did that idea come from,  he asked himself angrily. "I AM NOT IN LOVE!" he screamed whilst running outside to get his car.
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