Something burning in the kitchen forced me to leap out of bed. The kitchen held no trace of a fire, only a thick lingering fog that was coming from the stove. Slowly I reached in down, opened the stove, and alas there was nothing there. Bewildered I went back in to my bedroom. As I grew closer to my bed, I realized someone or something was in the bed. I stretched my shaking hand over the quilt, pulled back the covers. Underneath, on my silken sheets was a motionless ghost of myself. "What the..." I sat straight up out of bed, gasping for air. Trying to make lite of the weird dream I had just been in.
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