"Thanks for walking the dog this morning," I said to Ben when I finally got up at 10:30. "I slept really well, except for a nightmare I had at the very end."
"What did you dream?"
"I don't remember, just that it was about writing."
"What's a writing nightmare?" he asked, then gasped melodramatically. "'That essay is coming from inside the house!'"
Kindle version of One Man's Maine
5 years ago
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