Dream a Little Dream

by Jane Davitt

Topher dreams. Hell, who doesn't? Spring cleaning for the brain. In his dreams he's, well, like himself, but happier, a thousand versions of happy.

He only has one nightmare.

It's not true, of course.

He's not a --

Because he'd know if he was…that, and he knows that he isn't. He has memories, good memories, real ones, that go all the way back, solid and his.

Then a Doll gets up out of the chair, a lifetime of implanted memories gleaming bright behind eager eyes and he thinks of Claire, so certain she was real, and knows he'll wake screaming.

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