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Dreams
Alan Eppes finished his morning cup of coffee and, unknowingly, drifted to sleep.
"Grandpa," a 3-year-old boy hollered.
"Grandpa?" Alan repeated the boy's word, trying to figure out what was going on.
The boy ran and jumped into the patriarch's lap. A smile broke out across Alan's face. Shrugging off reality, Alan laughed as he wrestled with his grandson.
"Dad," Charlie's voice seemed to enter his dream. "Dad?"
Stirring from his sleep, Alan's eyes opened and he looked around the living room. "Where's… What happened to...," he started to question.
"Where's who?" Charlie asked.
Alan shook his head. "Never mind."