…and I don’t know why. Usually they start fairly benignly. Like this fire escape. And then it all starts to go weird. Stairs go missing. Even when I want to go down, I go up. And up some more. The distance between the stairs changes. Or they sag and break.
In case you haven’t guessed, my climbing dreams are not happy dreams.
They might explain why a tree climber (me) become an afraid-of-heights person (me again). I have no other explanation for the fear of heights. No trauma outside the nightmares. But I’m open to random, non-scientific theories. 🙂
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“Jones’ writing style is unique: a strong dose of noir balanced with humor and witty dialogue. The plot moves at a fast pace as does the chemistry between Alex and Nell. The characters are well-developed and likeable, the relationship between Alex and his 12 siblings fun, and the New Orleans ambience conveyed so realistically the reader will feel as if they have been plopped down right in the middle of the Big Easy.” Midwest Book Review
Nightmares are “Relatively Risky,” aren’t they? Okay, whatever.
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