handshake

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            I woke in the middle of the night. My arm lay hanging over the edge of the bed as I laid on my stomach. My room was crowded with darkness. Couldn't see a thing but, I could still feel the hand that grab mine.



Not really sure how I feel about this one. Let me know if you have any suggestions.

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