What's her stupid mother doing sleeping in the living room, anyway?īut Janie is curious. This dream always makes Janie sick to her stomach. Their sunglasses reflect the dizzying stripes, making it even harder for Janie to stop the vertigo.
Of flashing, spinning, colored lights, holding hands with the hippie who looks like Jesus Christ. The one where a much younger, much happier mother flies through a psychedelic tunnel It's the same old dream Janie's mother always has. Gathers her strength so she can try later, in case the dream doesn't end quickly. The last thing she needs is to crack her head open.
She bumps against the wall and holds on, and then slowly lowers herself blindly to the floor as her fingers go numb. She grips her head, cursing her mother under her breath as the whirling kaleidoscope of colors builds and throws her off balance. Janie sprints through the snowy yards from two streets away and slips quietly through the front door of her house.
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