Chapter 39

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Copyright © 2019 Nicole Mckoy

Caleb P.O.V.

I felt myself tossing and turning.

I was in the middle of a hallway. There were doors all along the hallway.

Where was I?

I tried to open one door and it was locked. I moved on to the next door and it was locked too.

I started to panic.

Why were these doors locked?

Why did I feel trapped?

Why did this hallway feel never ending?

I tried to open every door I came upon. All of them were locked.

I ran down the hallway but was winded so quick.

I'm usually not this winded?

I'm in shape...

As I started walking again the doors turned into mirrors.

I stopped and took a look at myself.

What the hell!

I wanted to scream in horror.

I was fat!

I had a gut and my muscles had turned into just flab.

When in the hell did I let myself go!

"NO!" I screamed.

I tossed and turned and felt delicate hands touch my face.

I forced my eyes opened and saw concerned brown eyes looking at me.

"Babe..." Zoey said worried as she caressed my face.

I sat up slowly as I was breathing heavy.

That was one hell of a dream I just had.

It didn't even make sense.

"Is everything ok? You were tossing and turning so much," Zoey said.

"I had the strangest dream..." I said.

"What about?" Zoey asked as she kept trying to comfort me.

Her touch was so loving and gentle. It was really soothing me.

I pulled Zoey onto my lap and hugged her.

I rested my head on her breasts and she stroked my hair.

"Doesn't matter... babe I'm hungry," I said.

"I'll go make you something for breakfast before I head to work," she said.

"Ok," I said.

I let go of Zoey and she got out of bed.

She grabbed my shirt off the floor and put it on then walked out of my bedroom.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked like hell. I guess I really didn't get any sleep.

I washed my face and tried to gain some kind of energy.

I walked out of the bathroom and left my bedroom.

I went to see how breakfast was coming along in the kitchen.

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