Note: The following excerpt is copyrighted to Valerie A. Bassett. Permission required for reproduction. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons either living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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That same dream happened again last night. Unlike most dreams
where you fall and wake up just before you hit bottom, I hit with
an awful thud. It's strange the way I can still feel myself hit
the hard tile floor, the way I can still feel the pain that
engulfed me. I shivered and shoved the memories aside. Walking over to the glass balcony doors of my mother's former bedroom, I glanced up at the full moon staring back at me. Some people thought I was strange for the comfort that I took in the moon. But I considered it a friend. Just like some people made wishes on stars, I made wishes on the moon- not just any moon, a full moon with the man’s face showing. I sauntered away from the doors and over to the brass bed that I had grown accustomed to, tucked myself in, pulling the old patchwork quilt that Nana Jones made for me - and one of the few possessions I had been allowed to bring from home - up to my chin. Snuggling under the covers, I took a deep breath and instantly my mind was flooded with the memories of him and the smell of his horrid Halston cologne. I tried to forget by forcing myself to sleep, but my mind was determined to relive the past...
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