OMG it's the Doctor!
I turned of my light and lay down in bed. The snow whipped down outside. I heard a very familiar noise sitting up I heard it again vroop vroop vroop . Looking out the window I saw nothing. I shake my head like a crazy rock star. "I must be going insane" I mutter. "it's the vents." I reassured my self. 'Come on Addie theirs no such thing as the Doctor, He's a fictional character on a British Sci Fi show.' I think. Laying back down I close my eyes 'besides why would the Doctor be in Des Plaines Illinois?' Rolling over I open my eyes 'I have to tell Kiki this tomorrow she will think I'm even crazier then I already am.' I close my eyes and fall asleep. That night I dreamed of Daleks made of cheese and a trumpet made of butterscotch .(1)
Authors note a trumpet made on butterscotch was made up by my theatre son Nick(Winthrop).
