On my way into the kitchen to make breakfast, I tripped over something soft and squishy. When I flipped on the a light, there was a teddy bear, sitting in the doorway. Facing the fridge.
I had no kids and owned no teddy bears.
Following the teddy’s gaze to the fridge, I found words spelled out with my letter magnets. Two words.
I woke up. I had my dream journal with me in bed. Pen in my hand. Half asleep, I had written two words.
In the dark morning outside, a tapping started on my window.
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