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I dreamed a dream that was in my head. I had unexpectedly taken an afternoon nap, resting peacefully in our secret place. I laid out on the softness of an old quilted blanket I often took with me when I went deep within the woods outside of the town of Chester. My aunt Lori had made it when she was just a girl and then gave it to me when I was born. Raggedy and slightly torn, it was the perfect thing to use for a picnic without fear of it getting ruined because it was already on its way out. Octagon pieces of fabric of faded reds, blues, and grays, decorated lightly with tiny daisies. The stitching was obviously done by a child, tighter in some areas and loose in the others where hands had grown tired from sewing lessons.
The sun was nigh, warming my skin through breaks in the tree branches overhead. The backs of my eye lids were swimming in crimson-orange flickering light from the shadows of the swaying trees in the comf