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Sleep Walking My wife was looking at me when i woke up. I got out of bed.

I hadnt dreamed about her for a few years. It wasnt as if the time of year brought back a particular association. I walked over to the window and looked outside into the dark. It was snowing. It hadnt snowed in years. My wifes head was back on the pillow. Out of the corner of her eye she followed me as i got dressed and opened the bedroom door. I walked downstairs and put on the kettle. I opened the kitchen door and let the dog out. As i watched her tossing her black head into the snow and digging up tuffets it occurred to me that she hadnt seen snow before. When the kettle boiled I poured the water into the coffee pot. It was then I felt a craving for cigarettes and coffee. I had given up cigarettes. I heard the flap of the letter box. The dog started barking. The postman was early. There was one white envelope on the floor. It was addressed to myself by name only with no address and no stamp. The spelling of my surname on the letter was wrong in a familiar way - I thrust the door open and looked outside. There was nobody there. The footprints in the snow were smaller than mine....about the size of my wifes. I shouted over the dog and opened the side gate. The dog ran to the front gate. Nose to the snow she followed the trail of footprints from the front gate to the front door and back to the front gate. I went back inside the house and grabbed the lead from the kitchen. The dog was choking for breath as i opened the gate. On the pavement there were footsteps in one direction only to the left. The dog pulled me along the snow down the road. We came to a junction where she followed the footprints to the left. She occasionally scuffled for grip and slid across the pavement during when i was propelled suddenly forward out of balance. The last time she went into a split I let go of the lead and protected myself from the fall.... When i got up the dog was gone. I followed the footprints that were now accompanied by dog paws. i came to a set of crossroads. The footprints went to the left. I hadnt been down that road in years. The lampposts ceased to light the way after the road disappeared through a tunnel pitched in blackness. There was a snow white light sheet of snow at the end of tunnel. I walked to the light on the other side. The footprints continued but i no longer attended to them. I walked until i came to a steep incline on the left that i took which cut through the woods. I emerged into an opening where to the left was the cottage. As i approached the back gate the dog was waiting expectedly for me. And when i came to the gate he ran to the back door and waited impatiently with his tail whipping the snow. And when i neared he pushed the back door open with his nose and went inside. I followed.... The dog lay down in the corner. She who I was looking for was laid out on the bed in a white garb. I undressed and approached her. eye. All the while my wife was looking at me out of the corner of her

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