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.
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