"Say that again?" he heard from his phone. He looked down at the cell on his night table as he pulled on his pants.
"I had a dream."
"And you called me?" she asked. "Serena?"
"Yeah, I wanted you to analyze my dream." Sliding off his bed, he knelt down to try in find his stray shoe.
"But, I don't analyze dreams." Serena, her phone to her ear,
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