"The shrill chirp of my cell phone rousted me out of a dream, a familiar kind that had started in childhood and still came around every so often. I'd be trying to run - whether toward or away from something. I was never sure - but my feet weighed a ton and my body felt like it was struggling through glue. These dreams seemed to last a very long time, and while they weren't exactly nightmares once or twice a year was plenty. The clock on my beside table read 3:17 am. I groped in the dark for the phone, already knowing who it was - my younger brother Nick ripped on whatever dope he'd gotten his hands on. These late-night calls were as familiar as the dreams, and about as welcome. But I couldn't ignore them."
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Tuesday's Intro
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"The shrill chirp of my cell phone rousted me out of a dream, a familiar kind that had started in childhood and still came around every so often. I'd be trying to run - whether toward or away from something. I was never sure - but my feet weighed a ton and my body felt like it was struggling through glue. These dreams seemed to last a very long time, and while they weren't exactly nightmares once or twice a year was plenty. The clock on my beside table read 3:17 am. I groped in the dark for the phone, already knowing who it was - my younger brother Nick ripped on whatever dope he'd gotten his hands on. These late-night calls were as familiar as the dreams, and about as welcome. But I couldn't ignore them."
"The shrill chirp of my cell phone rousted me out of a dream, a familiar kind that had started in childhood and still came around every so often. I'd be trying to run - whether toward or away from something. I was never sure - but my feet weighed a ton and my body felt like it was struggling through glue. These dreams seemed to last a very long time, and while they weren't exactly nightmares once or twice a year was plenty. The clock on my beside table read 3:17 am. I groped in the dark for the phone, already knowing who it was - my younger brother Nick ripped on whatever dope he'd gotten his hands on. These late-night calls were as familiar as the dreams, and about as welcome. But I couldn't ignore them."
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7 comments:
This dream seems eerily familiar! lol
I like the sound of this one.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
I have the eBook of this one, and after reading your intriguing intro, I am anxious to get to mine and find out more, I love the title too! enjoy Nise
This sounds really good. I'll have to add it to my shopping list.
I'd read on!
Fantastic teaser. Vivid description of those kinds of dreams and, of course, I want to know more about Nick.
I'm hooked!! Can't wait for your review now!
Great beginning, definitely grabs you.
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