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I’m tired. I’ve been writing for hours; researching, editing, polishing, perfecting. After months of hard work, my literary review of The Collected Literary Reviews of the Times is complete. I assemble the pages to put into my binder. There are a lot of pages; too many to bind all at once. I start the process with a few sheets at a time yet my stack never seems to decrease. In fact, it seems to be growing heavier in my hands. I am so tired. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow morning, before class. No. I force myself to continue. As I transfer more pages to the binder, I look down and my heart stops. The pages are blank. I look at the mountain of remaining paper and see that they are all blank. I look at the bound pages and they are all blank. I cannot breathe. I cannot breathe.

I gasp as my eyes open. It was only a dream. My heart resumes beating. I exhale.  It was only a dream.

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Don’t forget that P.J. has designed this year’s 30M2DoW commemorative t-shirt which you can check out by CLICKING HERE. It’s all over London catwalks this season so go reserve yours now!

Welcome to Day 22 of the Second Third Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing. Today’s prompt was It Was Only A Dream and it was brought to you by Kentucky Unicorn Derby winner, Reforming Geek. Although, come to think of it, it may have been Evil Twin. Even Cat is suspect. Hmmm.

Anyway, please click on the links below to visit the other people participating in this challenge. They’re probably having a few bad dreams of their own.

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