Mister Dream Man
But I was glad that it was just a dream.
And then I heard it, the footsteps. Low, heavy, and steady coming towards my door.
"Miss Dankworth, Jane?"
His male voice which I couldn't mistake for anyone else. James Carville. I would prefer it if he just stopped calling me Mias Dankworth and just stick to Jane. I could tell from his voice that he didn't sleep a wink, softer than I'd ever heard it.
Then the door opened, just enough for light from the hall to spill in. He was still in his black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his eyes scanning the room before finding me, and stopping.
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