The dream
was a replay of what Morgan considered to be the worst day of his life. It
happened over and over again, like Morgan’s personal “Groundhog Day” but
without the music by Sonny and Cher. Alcohol could dull Morgan’s senses and
even some of his pain, but it could never kill the dream. As he lay in bed trying
to shake the memory out of his throbbing head, he had no way of knowing that in
just a few hours, everything in his life was going to change, and not for the
better. He couldn’t know that unlike his dreams, which drifted into and out of
his sleep and then went away for a while, today was actually going to become the worst day of his life…and it
was going to happen long before the sun went down again.
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