The Last Dream

A few days after my dream, we made plans to move back into the mountain house our parents had never sold. Jamie seemed better too, his skin regaining its color and his hair relaxing without the constant salt. But more than once, my boyfriend came into the kitchen to find both of us gazing out the window of the glittering lake. Otherwise though, we were doing quite well. There was no drowning, there were no dreams.

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