The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

I dreamt of the floor. It was black tile. Cold. I woke with my knees aching. I touched the carpet. Rough. Dry. I was in the bedroom. The light was gray. It was morning. I sat up. My head throbbed. I thought of the dream. The floor. The cold. I rubbed my eyes. They felt gritty. I swung my legs over the bed. My feet hit the floor. Hard. I winced. The pain was sharp. It faded. I stood up. I looked...

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