83. A Call to Action

Brendan was woken up by a nightmare. The Bradwield Terror had had his head in a vice grip. His puny head had been like a tennis ball in its hands as it slowly crushed it, savoring each moment, a hideous grin on its face.

He was now back to reality. He sat up in his bed and wiped sweat from his brow.

The sun was high up in the sky. He looked at the alarm clock on top of his cupboard beside his bed; the time was 07:10 A.M.

Samantha was fast asleep beside him. Her nudity was politely wrapped inside the sheets as she lay with her front side on the bed and her face facing the opposite wall. She moaned, shifted and her face turned toward Brendan. Her eyelids flashed and they slowly opened, heavy with sleep.

‘Good morning,’ she whispered. Her face beamed like the sunlight.

He reached down and kissed her on the cheek, ‘Good morning,’ he responded. ‘Last night..,’ he began as he took off his pajama shirt, ‘did we..?’ H
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