I fall asleep.
I dream.
I am driving along a winding country road.
Very fast.
I can't quite see clearly, and so I drive still faster.
Suddenly the fear of death grips me, a thrill or rumble in my belly, and Bathsheba, who has been snoozing on the couch with me, jumps up to bark at a phantom.
No one is at the door.
Rain rattles against the windows.
I am awake again.
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