PERCHANCE TO DREAM
WOW: jerk. To sleep, perchance to ... maybe not!
Disclaimer: Don't own him.
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Dean jerked awake with a breathless snort. Heart hammering in his chest, his unfocussed eyes darted back and forth through the darkness in his room as sleep slowly receded and consciousness overtook him.
What a night. When he wasn't falling ten thousand feet through the air, or being chased through a live spaghetti maze by an unseen assailant, he was standing in Mrs Philpott's History class with his pants round his ankles.
He swept a hand across his sweaty brow and sighed.
Perhaps a deep-pan four cheese pizza with extra anchovies and garlic dip wasn't the best idea for a midnight snack …
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