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"M-miss Partridge? What's happening?"
"I'm not sure, dear." The woman said in a stressed tone.
Lightning, darkness.
Marie's eyes burst open.
She panted feverishly, and looked around the room. Nothing but a few other sleeping patients and some nurses. At least she felt better.
'Again?'Marie thought, worried. She gulped the lump of fear in her throat.
A timid-looking nurse noticed Marie's labored breathing and moved to her.
"All you alright, Miss Fleming? You look ghastly." Her eyebrows furrowed with sincere concern.
Marie's pace slowed down to its normal rate. She offered a comforting smile.
"Yes, I'll be fine, thank you."
"Do you need anything at all?"
Marie thought for a brief moment. "I guess I could eat some breakfast, something light like toast?"
The nurse smiled. "Coming right up."
Once the nurse had left, Marie dropped her fake smile. The dream had occurred again.What was the meaning of the young couple, the bubbly little girl, the frumpy older woman, and Dewey? And then, of course, the bright light and the group's screams. Lightning, perhaps?She was sure it took place at the Hollywood Tower Hotel, she could tell by the uniforms and the decor. Something at the hotel might have set off her mind to create vivid dreams, that was the only sensical answer.
She sighed sadly. 'I probably need to check out early and go back to Los Angeles.' So much for her glamorous Hollywood vacation.
The nurse returned withtoast, orange juice, and a daisy in a vase on top of a lapboard.
"Your breakfast, ma'am."
"Thank you, miss."
Marie brought herself to eat most of the toast, and finish the orange juice. She knew that food would be good for her.
Mariegently picked up the daisy and twirled it between her index finger and thumb.
"Hello Marie. Feeling any better?"
She looked up and it was Dewey. She smiled genuinely at her friend.
"Hello Dewey. Yes, I'm feeling alot better this morning actually."
He chuckled slightly. "You still look like you've seen a ghost."
Marie's expression darkened.
"What's wrong, Marie?"
"Oh-um- my stomach just lurched a little. That's all."
It was true, the thought of those dream people caused her stomach to tumble. It probably was the best time, if ever, to tell Dewey her dream.
"Dewey... I think I need to tell you something..."