Chapter 26

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Once back at my Tudor, I read and commented on two dozen essays. My notes were short and to the point. Thereafter, I decided to take a nap, or what I had labeled a breakfrom the monotony of the essays.

A dreamless flood of nothingness swept over me. I floated in a distant world of various colors but no action. REM welcomed me to rainbow-filled rooms with sliding glass windows, no noise, and very few visitors.

I can’t recall being pulled out of sleep, but I did wake to Clay’s voice, whispering in one of my ears.

“Hey, Prince Charming. We have a show to put on. Wake up.”

He shook my right shoulder, stirring me out of that dreamy state of whatever. I sat up, blinked a few times, and cocked a blurry stare at him.

“You can’t barge into my house like this.”

“You need a security system. Maybe a Doberman Pincer will work. Think about getting one.”

I shook my head, continuing to blink. “I don’t need either. You simply need to stay away and stop breaking in.”