Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Sleeping

March 16th 2017 in Microfiction

They went around the table sharing their plans for the weekend. When it was Lynn’s turn, Debbie whispered, “Let me guess … sleeping?” Lynn blushed. “Sleeping is pretty much always going to be my answer (although it doesn’t sound like much of one),” she said quietly. “In my dreams, I see things clearly; I see potential; I see how to change the present; I see all of us happy and living our best lives.” “Wow,” said Debbie, her face sad and apologetic. “I also see David Bowie,” Lynn added, reaching for a cookie.




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