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The taste of lime and peppermint was on her tongue when she woke up, screaming. The wind blew cool through her open window, and the bedside lamp glowed with it's rich yellow glow. She shuddered into the sweat drenched blankets and put a hand to her forehead.
It was the fourth night that week she had dreamt of him, four nights of his poison green eyes piercing her spirit. She pounded the pillow as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
The moon was half full in her window, it's waning edge touching the lip of her frame and she gazed out at it. She stood and clicked off the lamp as she left the room, trudged downstairs and filled a glass with water from the refrigerator door.
Her cat wound around her feet, meowing at her with concern, as she plopped down onto the sofa to watch another night of infomercials.
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