In Search Of Dreams (A Story Of Love And Racism) - Season 1 - Episode 13

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In Search Of Dreams (A Story Of Love And Racism) - Season 1 - Episode 13

I'm walking in the mountains, the world lush and
green around me. Appalachia. Dew drops on the
kudzu. A slight mist in the air as the heat of the
sun evaporates the morning moisture.


I walk, and the path narrows, gradually
disappearing, and I'm falling, sliding down the hill,
my fingers grasping at branches and vines and
rocks, unable to find purchase on anything.


Suddenly a large, strong, warm hand clasps mine,
stopping my descent. The hand pulls me up,
setting me on solid ground again. I look at the
hand holding mine. It is pale, peachy-gold, long-
fingered and broad. My eyes follow his arm
upward to a wide shoulder, then to a muscular
neck attached to a strong jaw.


I know whose face I am going to see, but still I
gasp.


Unusually full lips, dark dusty pink, and a straight
nose lead to a pair of eyes, curiously tender, blue
streaked with gray, all beneath a crown of golden
hair.


"Didn't I tell you that this is what I do?"


Lori's eyes fly open and she sits up in bed.


She looks at her alarm clock. 2:15. Clutching
her sheets to her chest, she blinks in the
darkness.


"All right, Lord, if that wasn't a sign, I don't
know what one is."