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the
air. “I wasn’t ready for you to go,” she shouted. “I really didn’t understand
the answer.”
    She turned and looked
down the passageway. “I’m really getting tired of this dream,” she said aloud,
and then she hurried down the corridor.   After a few steps, she stopped and looked down at her feet. “I’m going
fast,” she said in awe and nodded slowly. “And I wasn’t thinking about it.   I was just doing it. Brilliant.”
    She continued down the
corridor and spotted the doorway that shrunk when she encountered it.   She placed a hand on the doorknob and pulled.
But nothing happened.   She twisted it and
pulled again. Nothing again.   “I’m over-thinking it,” she decided, so she
stepped away from the door, looked around the corridor and started whistling
nonchalantly.   Then she quickly turned
back, grabbed the door knob and twisted. Still nothing.
    “This not thinking is
a lot harder than it appears,” she said.
    Then she heard the
sound of a child’s cry coming from the other side of the door and she forgot
all about lucid dreaming.   She had to
save the child.   She grabbed hold of the
doorknob with both hands, bracing one foot on the wall alongside the door, and
tugged with all her might. The baby continued to scream and Mary pounded on the
door. “Let me in,” she cried.
    The door started to
get smaller and she frantically kicked and pounded to try and get inside.
“Please, please!” she screamed. “Let me in.   She needs me.”
    Mary woke up with a start and gulped in air, her body
shaking. “It’s all right, sweetheart,” Bradley’s soothing voice whispered into
her ear. “You’re safe.   I’m here. Nothing
can hurt you.”
    She inhaled another ragged breath and cuddled closer to him.
“I didn’t quite master lucid dreaming,” she confessed. “And I’m a little teed
off at Gracie for her attitude.”
    Bradley lifted his head and looked down at her. “Gracie?” he
asked.
    “Yeah,” she replied, yawning once again as her exhaustion
set in. “Just a little bit of advice. Don’t interrupt her when she’s sleeping.”
    She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, leaving a
slightly confused Bradley looking down on her. Finally, he shrugged, bent over
and kissed her lips. “Pleasant dreams, sweetheart,” he said, laying his head on
his pillow and holding her close to his heart.   

Chapter Eight

 
    “Mary, why didn’t you tell me the paper was going to do a
story about you?” Bradley asked the next morning as he came in the front door
with the paper in his hand.
    “Oh, I forgot,” she replied as she put together a sandwich
for Clarissa’s lunch. “Jerry called yesterday afternoon with a reporter en route and called in a favor. And then we kind of got
crazy at the Halloween store.”
    He looked up from the paper and smiled. “Halloween is going
to be great,” he said. Then he returned back to scanning the front page. “Did
you know it was going to be a front page story?   Above the fold?”
    She put down the knife and walked over to him. “No. Jerry
said that it was going to be a feature story,” she replied. “I figured it would
be hidden somewhere in the lifestyle section.”
    She peeked over his shoulder, shocked and a little dismayed
to find her picture staring back at her. “I look huge!” she exclaimed. “Why
didn’t you tell me I look like a walking blimp?”
    He leaned over and kissed her. “Because you don’t look like
a walking blimp,” he said. “You look adorable and pregnant.   Besides, I can’t get past your sexy smile.”
    Mollified slightly, she looked closer. “You think my smile
is sexy?” she asked off-handedly.
    He dropped the paper, wrapped his arms around her and
brought her close. “I think everything about you is sexy,” he murmured before
bringing her even closer and crushing her lips with his. “And if Clarissa
weren’t going to be coming down the stairs in the next minute or two, I’d bring
you