the chase

Last night I had that dream again. The one where I'm running. We're running. This group. And they're after us. So we're hiding and fleeing and sneaking. Under cars and over fences and through the rough, hard ground. And finally I escape onto the street and a man with two shirts gives me one, and only then do I realize that I don't have one on. That's when I wake up.

This morning, in the shower, I could feel my feet. They were still tired from the chase.

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