"Mrs. Crump?"
The man frowning at Madge through the screen door had stolen a letter from the mailbox earlier in the week, so he knew the surname.
"Yes," Madge replied.
"I'm Harold Bates from the
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I woke up from my dream to see a flash of blackness appearing in the corner. I didn't notice and went on with my life on earth, watching the clouds in the sky, blowing the wind on the sea, walking every street to feel the joys and sorrows of earth.
As night fell, when I fell deeply asleep, I dreamed of that blackness again. I dreamt that it penetrated my body and that my home was filled with blackness. I shouted for everyone not to open the door, however, when someone deliberately opened the door and let the blackness out to spread over every inch of my dream, and I hid in a corner, holding my head, not daring to look at the sky again, not daring to walk to the sea or the streets.
I woke up again, as if the dream had come true, or as if I had never dreamed it. I watched the sun shine through the window, but I never dared to open it again.
As night fell, when I fell deeply asleep, I dreamed of that blackness again. I dreamt that it penetrated my body and that my home was filled with blackness. I shouted for everyone not to open the door, however, when someone deliberately opened the door and let the blackness out to spread over every inch of my dream, and I hid in a corner, holding my head, not daring to look at the sky again, not daring to walk to the sea or the streets.
I woke up again, as if the dream had come true, or as if I had never dreamed it. I watched the sun shine through the window, but I never dared to open it again.