Jessie Lea Griggs

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Where am I? And why are my hands around my throat? These are the first things she thinks upon opening her eyes. As she lies in the dark in the bunk of her Peterbilt long haul diesel, it comes to her.
I am in Wyoming. I am at the Daily Rate Campground. I am in the RV section. My name is Jessie Lea Griggs. I am 42 years old. But WHY are my hands around my neck? She peels them away, not wanting to remember the horrible "sleeping vision" as she called them. She jumps out of bed at lightening speed only to slam her head into the roof of her rig. She let's out a little chuckle. Girl you been doin this way to long to forget where you are and why you wake up with your hands at your throat. You know ole slew foot got his eye keen on you. Immediately she seeks the face of a God everyone else proclaims to be dead. Father in Heaven, I seek your protection. The devil is really kicking me on this one. This one gone be hard. He must be real important to ole Silver Tongue. I know you got Gabriel and Michael real close. But Lord if you could maybe send a few more of them angels down here I'd sure appreciate it. Thank you Lord for everything, my life and my health and just all of it. Amen. As she gets back up off of her knees, the "sleeping vision" shows up in her memory. A rotting corpse suddenly appears before her. Stinking and oozing with decay. It's hands reach for her and she screams "Be Gone Satan!" Slowly she gets her shoes on. Praying once more for protection. That little cafe about a half mile down from here looked like a decent place to grab breakfast and a nice hot cup of coffee. She hoped it would not be too crowded. For a long while Jessie had not liked crowded places. Really as long as she remembered. She put the diesel in drive and pulled out onto the desolate Nevada highway.

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