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Coco Klockner

Suddenly a violent jolt sent her upright in the bed. The image in the dream faded, as if a door that led to her subconscious was rapidly closing. Within seconds she forgot about it entirely. The door shut. She threw back the covers and stretched her arms overhead, her fingers interlocked, the tiny bones cracking. She looked outside. A bird called, a horn blared. Voices rang out from beneath the window. The pale brilliant sun peeked into her bedroom. It was morning, and she had to get ready for work.

Coco Klockner

Coco Klockner  

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It was half dark, but the world outside was full of sounds of morning. A bird called, a horn blared. Voices rang out from beneath the window. She was between dreams and waking for the past hour, unable to discern between the two, suspended between fractured truth and a mystery. As soon as she situated herself, she’d slip back into sleep, and fall into the bizarre images interplaying in her mind.