Voice or no voice I had had enough for the night and decided to go to bed - I was exhausted. It was a restless sleep. I dreamed, on the edge of sleep and reality, of slaves screaming, having wood stuck up unmentionable places by some pilgrim looking girl. So, the next morning I was more tired than before I went to sleep.

It was a brand new day, I told myself, so I decided to get some housework done despite my weariness: first I cleaned about a week's worth of dishes (yeah, I'm a little lazy and a little disgusting); next I dusted the whole place and removed my sheets off my bed; with the sheets off, it was time to do some clothes. While the clothes were drying I decided to do a little vacuuming. When the vacuuming was done, I picked up the laundry; folded it and put it away. Now I was really tired, I could barely keep my eyes open.

Off to the couch I went for a midday siesta. I flipped on the TV to have some background noise (remember my neurosis). Again, I was fitful but I was not on that "edge of sleep and reality" like I was before. No, now I was in a deep sleep. In this dream, a vision of a beautiful black woman came to me. She whispered in my ear in an accent that sounded beautiful but I had no idea where it originated, that now I must be careful - things were getting more and more dangerous; that book brings about bad things and evil spirits - I must be on my guard. I asked her what happened to the slaves but she just shook her head and disappeared. I awoke with a start.

It was dark out and I was a little disorienated at first. Soon I got my bearings and decided that maybe I should go to bed. Even though I had slept roughly 4 hours by my estimate, I was still very tired. I shuffled off to bed. On my way past the second bedroom something caught my eye and I peered into the room. At first I could not figure out what had made me stop. Then I saw it - footprints...

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