Lee walked as if in a daze. It was pitch black... still night, but he knew his home well. He let instinct guide his actions, not wanting to fully wake and break the spell. He was pulling on clothes. Yesterday's clothes, but it didn't matter.
Down the stairs, a familiar feeling of alien dread, a feeling he knew, persisted as he sliipped clumsily into his boots. Not lacing them.... no time...
He stood in his living room, at the site of an old dream. There had been a doorway in the wall, behind the sofa. He climbed onto the cushions and reached out. He knew. Not belief, but knowledge, which was different. The boundry between worlds was an illusion and all he had to do...
He was strangely calm as he reached his hand through the solid wall. It was here. Reality melted as in the dream, forming a dark portal. He moved forwards...
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