Images of running through forests filled John’s subconscious. But what was weird was how low to the ground he felt and how he was able to move so easily and quickly.
Could this be one of those flying dreams? he asked himself. Am I dreaming or is this real?
Then came scents and sounds he couldn’t interpret. Though one sound he knew. He ran toward the sound. But he couldn’t find the bear who had called to him. He couldn’t find Teddy.
John snapped his eyes open and lay staring at the shadowy ceiling. Turning his head, he could see c****s of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains.
Turning over, he looked at the glowing handles of the ancient alarm clock. Just after a quarter to three. “Too early,” he croaked, his mouth feeling dry.
Plumping his pillow, John closed his eyes and snug
