Rhett Butler was wrong. panic is not a pretty site.

i had a dream and woke myself up at about 4:00. the suddenness of it startled Fletch and he barked once. not hearing anything in the silence, he looked at me funny, walked in a small circle, and laid back down on the bed.

i'd had a dream and it left me pretty shaken. i was covered in sweat even though the covers were on the floor. i got up and crossed the room to my computer and turned it on, hoping answers were in my inbox.

there was one letter. it was from him. it wasn't addressed to me. it was sent to the list and as far as i could make out, it was to Jenny.

i read it through twice and then i read everything after the third paragraph again. angry, i closed it and re-opened the letter from Glen and hit reply:

Glen,

thought about it. would love to see HH again even if it is with you. i'll be in front of the Bloor at ten to seven.

M.

p.s. wear something easy to take off.

i hit send and went back to bed.

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