Three dialed numbers of a dream...

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Try to focus on what was in front of me, a vorpal piece of steel, and a pool... a pool that seemed to become a ocean. But then the ocean swallowed me, all it wanted was to take me, so i let it, i lie there waiting for the copper sea to overthrow me. All i hear is beating, almost as if someone was crashing down on a leather drum right next to me. The celling became brighter, why isn't the copper water getting me? I roll over, My shaking hands struggle to push the buttons on the keypad of the cell phone. Three dialed numbers fallowed by Syrians of utility and soon can be my expiration.





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