Clawing at Survival

Dream Journal 20-02-16

There was nothing we could do. Our efforts bore no fruit. I’d lost too many friends already, I refuse to loose you too. Spriting down the corridor, clutching the bundle of white fabric, we dashed through the haze.

Running.

Sprinting.

Escaping.

Would we make it?

Could I save my child?

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