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and the parallels. And I've been plagued by this dream
for far too long for me to be able to just brush it all aside.
    The clock read 7 A.M. I wasn't
supposed to meet with her until 2 P.M. Well, at least there was some
laundry to do. That would kill some time. I went back to my room
and picked the hamper up, carrying it out of the room in both
hands. Various articles of clothing spilled out from the top, a
couple socks, a shirt... I went down the hall opposite the
direction of the living room, turning right. I had to set the
hamper down to open the door, then keep it propped open with my
foot so I could pick up the hamper and go into my
garage.
    The washer and dryer were up
against the wall to my left. The garage was remarkably clean unlike
my room. There were some boxes in the corner filled with old
pictures and some other junk I hadn't sifted through yet. A dart
board hung on the garage door. Asides from that, there
wasn ’ t much else in here. I parked my car
outside, it ’ s just easier to go places
that way.
    I started the washer, and poured some soap in. I
sorted my clothes as I got to them. Luckily my clothes were mostly
blacks, blues, browns and grays. It could all pretty much go in the
same load. After I had filled the washer to its max, there were
still some clothes left. I would get them later. I went back
through the door to my hall and saw the door to my office directly
across from me. The door was shut. Good. I kept all the doors
shut.
    I went to the living room and parked myself on the
sofa. The cushion was well worn in the section I always sat in. I
kicked my feet up on the table and tilted my head back just to
relax and get comfortable.
    I opened my eyes to the sun
shining, blue skies overhead while a cool breeze rustled my hair. I
tried to sit up but there was a weight on my chest. I peered down
past my nose to see her head resting on me. Her wavy black hair tickled
my nose and faint scents of vanilla drifted into my nostrils. It
made me feel warm. The grass was making my arms and head itch so I
shifted a little. She stirred in her sleep and slowly lifted her
head up. Her deep brown eyes blinked from the sun and finally
focused their gaze straight into my own eyes. She smiled and I
smiled back.
    I jolted awake, shivering. Although the sun shone in
through the windows, it felt like I was in a snow storm. I sat up
and walked down the hallway to get to the thermostat and saw that
it read 75 degrees.
    I pushed the “ Up ” button rapidly, but it wouldn ’ t
go past 75 degrees. The heater wouldn ’ t
kick on even though I cranked it up. I pressed harder on the “ Up ” button but it
stayed at 75. Frustrated, I started tapping the
thermostat.
    Tap tap.
    Pause.
    There it was. A couple of taps will get anything to
work. It was only 9:17 A.M. I still had another five hours to go. I
was still hungry so I figured I would go and get some breakfast and
maybe do some grocery shopping at the Wonder Mart. That ought to
kill some time. I went back to my room to find my keys. I had
started keeping lanyards on them so I could find them easier. I
have a bad habit of just dropping them in various places around the
house. Coupled with my forgetfulness as of late, made for a very
irksome experience when I was in a hurry.
    I stepped past the doorway and my
head started spinning. I had to catch my balance on the wall. The
room swirled, sending the forest green blankets on my bed into a
vortex of navy blue from my walls. The red “ Standby ” light from the
television added a nice contrast of cool and warm colors. I had the
house painted with cooler colors, apparently it's good for anxiety
and relaxation which I desperately needed. I shut my eyes tight and
waited. It would pass. There was still a chill in the room even
though the heater was on.
    Timidly, I unclenched my eyes. Everything was still.
It wasn't the first time something like that had happened. It was
becoming more and more frequent lately. I figured it must