“King? Are you okay Baby?” Kassidy smile quickly turned into worry.
“Yea, just… I don’t know.”
“You were calling out some other woman’s name you know.” Her lips shifted, and her left eyebrow moved on its own, her look now was one of curiosity. It kind of reminded me of how WWE The Rock would do his to rile up the fans.
“I was, when?”
“Yes, in your sleep duh! Someone named Claire I think you kept saying. You wouldn’t be cheating on me would you and now your guilty conscience eating at you.”
“Wooooow, you funny but no. Claire Williams from way back at St. Ovaria.”
“Claire from when we were kids? Wow that’s going way back, I haven’t thought about her in ages”
“Yea, me either” I watched as the snow plastered pine trees faded into blurs, I tried to search the depths of my mind for a reason for the sudden trip to the past and what the hell did I dream to frighten me so bad about it. After pulling off to the approaching exit we soon past a large wooded, timeworn road sign with “Welcome to Remington” inscribed across its surface.
