she could feel
the tears
fall from her eyes
even though it was a dream
and when she woke she swore
it had happened.
running downstairs
in boxers and a tanktop
she dialed the number franticly.
this couldnt be.
not now.
please not now.
then an answer.
"Hello?"
thank god.
"hi, Grams It's Emily are you okay?"
12:02 am - Saturday, Jun. 29, 2002
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