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by The Awethors


  Chapter 8

  There was a light, small and dim in the distance. It came closer and grew brighter as Paul’s consciousness slipped awake, sleep filling his eyes as he tried to open them. He was disoriented for a moment, before realizing he was in his room. Not the room in the tower, but his room at home in Oklahoma. He sat up with a start, fully awake from the dream.

  A dream? It was all a dream! He looked at his cell phone for the date and time. It was Monday morning, 6 AM. The day after he had gone to sleep in this very bed. It had all been a dream. Yet, it was so real. He remembered every detail. It was not fading like a dream. 6 AM? He had to get ready for work. He felt his face, and the stubble scratched his hand. Time to shave and shower.

  He could not believe it had all been a dream. He could remember every detail; the lightning, the feel of the stone on the balcony, the taste of the food, the smell of Caryn so close to him. As he got ready, he went over it all, remembering the scriptures. After his shower, he dug through a drawer and found the Bible his mother had given him on his fifteenth birthday. He recalled the scriptures he had read and opened to them.

  There they were, word for word as he had remembered them in his dream. This left him puzzled because he had never read those scriptures before. How could he dream of something he had never read? He sighed and put the Bible down on his nightstand, planning to read more after work. He got ready and prepared to leave for work.

  He pushed the dream away a moment and brought back the reality of his life. Today was a big day. He and his team had been working on a new software project, and it was finally in the last stages. The new program would be released within the next couple of weeks, and he had several meetings planned this week to meet with different artists to find one to design the box for their new software. A thought occurred to him. Is that why he dreamed about an artist?

  He grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door. Time to go to work.

 

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