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Dream Chair

I dreamt I saved my father from hanging himself gently laid him on a sofa with a floral pattern.. he was neither grateful or angry just that dreamy shade of indifference. I then proceeded to play cards with my x-sister in law (to my left) my brother (in the middle) and his best friend (who is deceased) to my right. We played a game of 500 rummy well into the night.... Jim (the deceased) ended up with the most points. we had a joyful time but all along I'd the feeling that I didn't belong ... that my chair was meant for somebody else.

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Book: Shattered Sighs