The baby’s gone — he said.
Oh come on, she replied. I didn’t even see you put her down.
I could have sworn she was on this sheet.
You just woke up — you’re still groggy.
Y’know, I guess you’re right, he said, sitting back down with his coffee at the typewriter.
I guess I just dreamt her, I hadn’t written her yet.
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