'Dry your eyes'

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I awoke with a start as my alarm rang in my ear. Tiredness overwhelmed me...sleep hadn't really come into the equation last night,tossing and turning kept me awake. A day that seemed to be more than amazing soon turned into a night full of horror that flashed before my eyes as they closed. I couldn't shake this feeling that I had. Maybe I'm just a superstitious person but my dreams felt real--it didn't feel like a dream. It felt like a memory. A memory that I hadn't experienced yet.

Settling my confusion to the back of my mind I dragged myself out of my pit and into the kitchen where I feasted on last nights take out. Downing my coffee I slumped onto the sofa in the living room where I skipped through the channels on the t.v. Reality tv wasn't my thing. Neither was documentaries And quite frankly neither was the news but there I was,sat intently chomping my way through my 'breakfast' watching the news of the day.

The news presenter spoke...well of course she did I mean that's what she's supposed to do but anyway,it was what she said--"A young unknown boy is wanted in London,supposedly on the run in the vicinity of Worcester. Any sightings of a suspicious boy please call the police immediately". My dream came back to me...it was this exact thing,I had met the boy who was on the run.

No,what was I thinking. It couldn't be him,he's been in town months and he's well known. I pushed the thought as far back as I possibly could. A tear rolled down my cheek,dry your eyes I said to myself in the hope I would listen to myself.

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