No Blood on My Hands

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In her first waking moments, when dreams and reality overlapped and the world was soft and hazy, Dr. Janet Jeffries became vaguely aware of something wet and sticky on her hands. She pawed at her pillow. The smell brought her fully awake, and she stared at the dark streaks her fingers had left on the pillowcase.

Blood.

She sat up in bed and looked at herself. This had to be a dream, she told herself, because people just didn’t wake up with blood halfway up their arms and spattered all over their nightgowns. Not in the real world. No, it just didn’t happen.

But when she’d waited a minute or two and the dream was still going on, she began to notice the unmistakable signs of real life. A truck could be heard moving down the street, and she remembered that today was Thursday, garbage pickup day. She ran her tongue over her teeth and found a layer of disgusting residue there. And she had to go to the bathroom.

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