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Chapter 2

Sage continued to slumber in his mildly comfortable position in his office but did not awaken. He was slumped over his desk and would likely wake with what he had dubbed waffle butt on his face when he comes to. But for now, his nightmare was not over; it continued.

Sage sat in a park with Vickie. Vickie was in her late twenties, attractive, and brunette. Her hair fell down on her shoulders in medium-sized curls. Her skin was a golden olive and had always reminded Sage of a warm sunset. Her perfume was fragrant and earthy like a jasmine tea. The two of them lay on a blanket with fresh fruit, cheese, and wine neatly placed on a platter. The wine glasses balanced on small slates. The golden rays of the sun combined with the effervescence of the wine to create a miniature kaleidoscope, and the show danced silently on the blanket. Sage lay on his back with his head in her lap, and she was gently rubbing his head with one of her perfectly manicured hands. She was using the other arm to lean back and brace her body. Sage had always found Vickie’s head rubs relaxing and safe. He took a deep breath and cogitated about just how fortunate he was.

Vickie looked down at Sage and said, “You know, Sage, you shouldn’t feel bad. You got out of the situation in one piece. Look at you now.”

“I know, babe. Love you…” Sage sat up, looked at Vickie, and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Before the kiss could be initiated…in the distance, the sinister laugh of Chuck could be heard in this horrible dream.

“You gone’ lose everything…”