Why we don’t die in Dreams by Debbie Zello
“Home, sweet, home,†I say, entering my apartment. I walk to the bedroom to shed my suit. I throw on black silk lounge pants, no shirt. I’m starving, so I get to the kitchen to make my dinner. It’s almost ready when my phone rings. I look to see who it is and smile answering… Continue reading Why we don’t die in Dreams by Debbie Zello