Tare sat up with her heart beating in her chest. She held her head in her hands. It was a dream. A familiar dream that had crept up again. She looked at the clock in her hotel room and saw it was just fifteen minutes before 7am. Her day started early the previous day and she had a swell time meeting with friends that night. No wonder she crumbled on the bed and fell asleep the moment her body hit it. Rising from the bed, she hugged herself tight. The dream was troublesome. It brought back memories from the past. She sighed. Should she pray? Talk to someone about this recurring dream that never really went away? She seldom prayed and she felt like she could use some prayer now. Maybe she'd call one of her friends and open up. She shook her head. Bad idea! Her friends were not really given to prayer either. You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (yeah yeah) Michael Jackson's wanna be starting something lyrics jumped at her. ...
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