Earth's DreamEarth’s Dream
The room smelt of cigar smoke as it came out of the chapped lips of a tired, slightly drunk businessman named Cyrus while he read the rest of the daily newspaper. His short, white hair covered parts of the front page on Kennedy’s surprising victory over Nixon. His green eyes squinted as he read through the page. Putting down his Cuban cigar, he turned to his wife, Terry, a reddish brunette with beautiful blue eyes, “Whoever wins, they better fix up what’s happening in Cuba; these cigars aren't cheap. Speaking of which, Terry, are you going grocery shopping tomorrow?”
“I was thinking about it, why?”
“I’m almost out of cigars. Would you mind picking up some?”
“I’ll put it on the list.”
“Thanks,” Cyrus kissed Terry on the cheek. “Good night,” Terry fell into a deep, deep sleep where she found herself in a pasture. The sun was Earth's Dream by ~AlbinoBlackHole
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