January 20/365

She reached a dark room. She could only see a window’s outline, and moonlight pooling on the floor. “I know this place,” she thought. But then the clatter of breaking glass, and a gust of cold air, and the dream was over. The robin still tweedled up and down to a chilly dawn. Mary Margaret slipped a blanket around her shoulders and went downstairs in search of coffee.

“You look like hell,” Nann said, eyeing her carefully.

“Pretty accurate judgement call, Nann. Not enough sleep, too many robins.” Nann’s coffee was never very good, but it was hot and plentiful.

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