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Kris was on the edge of sleep when a sharp, scratchy noise brought her back to the present. Opening one eye, she looked at the clock, then turned to her lover.
"For God's sake Bree, it's two in the morning. Why aren't you asleep?"
Sabrina finished tearing out the page from a magazine. "Sorry. I just wanted to clip this before I forgot."
Kris took the article from her. How To Lose 10 Pounds In 10 Weeks. Oh, you so need that. What is it--the Mengela Auschwitz diet?"
"Okay. Okay. I said I was sorry." She reached for the lamp and was about to switch it off when Kris grabbed her hand. "Bree, I know something's wrong. You haven't been sleeping--not even wanting to--not even after sex, and I KNOW that exhausts you. What's going on?"
Sabrina hung her head. "It's just that, lately, whenever I go to sleep, I keep having the same strange dream. To tell you the truth, it kinda scares me."
Kris sat up and put her arm around the slim shoulders. "Want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Then turn out the light."
"Wait. I do wanna talk about it."
"I thought so."
"Do you always have to be right?"
"NO, I don't always HAVE to be, but I am. Now, tell me the dream."
"It starts out when I'm leaving the office on some case. I get into the Pinto and start the engine. Suddenly, this gigantic shadow comes over the car. I look out the window an see an enormous blue bird riding a bicycle..."
"A bicycle?"
"Yeah. The bird sees me, opens it's beak, plucks me from the car, and flies me to it's nest."
"What happens to the bicycle?"
"I don't know. It flies me to it's nest on some mountain top, then skins me and boils me in oil."
"Pure or extra virgin?"
"What difference does it make? At that point I always wake up. So, what do you think it means?"
Kris was silent for a moment, her brows furrowed in concentration. Suddenly she smiled. "I've got it! It means you're delicious when properly prepared and presented," she giggled, and buried her head between Sabrina's legs.
