Dream Scene

I stumble into a ballroom. The place is draped in bronze, with parquet floors and chandeliers the size of Volkswagen's. Every head turns to look at me. Attractive woman with blue eyes, green eyes, hazel, brown, all wearing evening gowns. All stunning, or, well, stunned to see me, at least. There‚Äôs a rip in my... Continue Reading →

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