Safe in the restriction of a warm floating embrace Jack relaxed. Awareness of his ..no not him not really. A constant rymthmic whoooosh thump Whoooosh around, over, and through him it was him or was it.
Jack again, woke with a start as Samantha jumped from his lap. It took him a minute to recognize the long white porch and the well manicured havan beyond. The grey green lake past the garden now reflecting silvery in the afternoon late February sun. It was one of those perfect clear days that always made Jack uneasy.
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