Dreams

Ellen was tired of summer. Her dreams were awash with raindrops. “I can’t wait for the mosquitoes to stop biting,” she said, “My skin’s burning up and my head aches. And I’ll have no trouble sleeping when winter comes.”

Winter finally came, but Ellen’s dreams tasted of sunshine.

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