The Stuff Of Dreams
He didn’t normally remember dreams, but this one was different. In it, a man was shouting into Juan’s face the words “Cat’s eyes!” at the top of his lungs, repeating it over and over. The bearded man . . .
He didn’t normally remember dreams, but this one was different. In it, a man was shouting into Juan’s face the words “Cat’s eyes!” at the top of his lungs, repeating it over and over. The bearded man . . .
Where am I? It’s dark - not completely, but there isn’t enough light to actually see anything. … Only … twin spots of light dotting the darkness here and there. “Meow.” Oh no, no, no! Damned cats all . . .
“Am I alive?” She whispered as she opened her eyes. The pain had turned from sharp torment to a cold, constant agony. . . .