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in the kitchen and bath, and the table I am sitting at is something that the previous owner had, as well as the crème colored sofa with flower throw pillows—too feminine.  That is something I should change sooner than later.
I work most of the afternoon and into the evening.  After I finally leave my desk and computer, I want nothing more than to hang out on the couch and watch ESPN.  After heating up some Hot Pockets, I do just that.  By 10:00 p.m., I can’t keep my eyes open.  I turn off the TV and head straight to bed.
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I wake up with a heavy heart.  I didn’t see a healthy Laney in my dreams, but I didn’t have a nightmare either.  I never thought I would prefer the nightmares over nothing at all.  I don’t know how to explain what I'm feeling right now, it’s just.....my heart hurts. 
I muddle through the morning in a stark contrast to the jaunty way I felt last night.  I work up until lunch time on a couple different projects and watch out the window as Ronnie drives up and delivers a few bags of groceries to Ally.  Before leaving, he carries a round table out to his truck and places it gently in the back.  The table top catches the light and sends off a rainbow of shimmering reflections.  “Wow.”  I mumble to myself.  It is a beautiful table, and I wonder why she is getting rid of it. 
I am not quite ready to eat, and opt instead to go and take another run.  Pulling on a clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I move out to the porch to put on my tennis shoes.  The porch creaks as I step out and I can’t help but smile just a little bit.  It is part of the charm of this house.  The settling and the sounds it makes are sometimes like music to me. 
I start out the same way as last time, cutting through the trees in front of my house and starting on the developed trail.  The ground is slightly moist, and as I run, I can see the much smaller footprints running the opposite direction.  Ally must have been out again last night. I think as I continue at a relaxed pace.  I look around at the surrounding forest.  The trees are tight together and thick.  I can’t begin to envision how dark it must be on this trail at night, and for the life of me, I can’t imagine why a small woman like Ally would choose to run in the dark. 
As I run, I think of what I know about her.  I know she has lived in this house for 2 years (the realtor told me that)—she doesn’t seem to leave her house for much, other than to run at night and clean up my mess on my porch.  I know she has long chestnut hair and dark eyes and by what I recently observed, she has nightmares that would outrival any that I have ever come close to having.  So basically, not a whole hell of a lot! 
I make it back to my house and leave my shoes by the front door, as I seem to have picked up a little bit of dirt from the areas on the trail with the most moisture.  I throw together a sandwich, chips and a pickle and sit down with remote in hand.  Flipping through the channels, I decide on the movie, Coming to America.  I haven’t seen this movie in ages, and it is upbeat enough to ward off any of my depressing thoughts. 
     

Chapter 13
~Ally
I spent what feels like an eternity sitting on the steps, just basking in the calm of night.  All of my favorite sounds—what I know.  I finally come inside when my stomach starts to cramp a little bit.  I think I must be a little hungry, so I decide to throw something together after I hop in the shower.  The water feels quite nice, but with an angry stomach, I don’t linger.  I pull on my softest pajamas, grab some snacks and head into my little studio.  I sent the finished table with Ronnie today when he dropped off my groceries.  It was beautiful, and I am so excited about how it turned out.  I’m anxious to hear what Mr. Roberts thinks of it too.  I am working on a new piece from Ian’s broken pot.  I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with it, but I know it will come