Wherein this was King's first rodeo and goddamn it was throwing him in the most serious of loops. Ever. Sure, he'd resigned himself to the fact that up to that point it wasn't just a dream. His subconscious wasn't giving him those weird cues that gave it away. But he had to try something out..
On the deck of the bridge, King leaned far enough over the railing where it would only take a fraction more of an inch before gravity did its job. If he fell, and jolted awake in his own bed on the barge, then that was that.
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On the deck of the bridge, King leaned far enough over the railing where it would only take a fraction more of an inch before gravity did its job. If he fell, and jolted awake in his own bed on the barge, then that was that.
Just a dream.