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The day before, a slew of dreams.

One of them with C, again. This time we had the same diagnosis. I thought she would go up with me for the test I so dreaded. “Why should I? I don’t need to anyway.” I thought about it. She’s right, she’d never need to.

Another one of me rushing into the lift for my appointment. But just as the door closed I noticed a baby right outside. Or I had noticed it before but cast my eyes away from it, concerned with being late.

The baby was striking blonde with blue eyes. Next to him, a cat and a dog of the same coloring. Just as the door closed in, I dashed out.

Scooped up the baby, he felt solid, heavy. Ran back into the lift, but the animals followed. The cat, especially, was hostile. It hissed at us, bearing white fangs framed by fair whiskers. Yet I was unafraid. I counted the ascend of the lift, waiting, waiting…

When the doors once again slid open, I pushed them out. With all my weight kept them out until the doors were shut to them again.

Then I had to rush, rush to the appointment and make sure the baby remains safe…