The Blurb

It was 3 in the morning. Boldly he sat up in bed ! Carolyn ! Carolyn ! He said- - I’m dead ! I’m Dead Sleepily she answered slowly “Why Charles? Why do you think you are dead?’ Because, - - I can see it - - I have a blurb, it’s right here– his hand outstretched about half way with the index finger sort of wobbling in multi direction. No, Charles, you’re not dead, only dreaming. Are you sure! Because I can see it- -, plain as day! Yes, I’m sure – go back to sleep- - - - - - o. k. - - good.