The buzzing refused to stop.

More to the point, it did, but only intermittently, and shortly accompanied by a pounding. The fog of a half dream state burned away under the unrelenting onslaught. As consciousness returned I realized with the exception of my shoes I remained fully dressed and in my own bed. The incessant buzzing and banging came from my front door.

I tried to recall exactly what I ate or drank last night so I could remember to never eat it before bed again. The nightmares hadn’t been worth it, though memories of the guy, or dragon brought a smile to my lips. Maybe my mind conjured him from the recent cases I’d been working involving preternatural creatures. That, or I’d finally seen one too many episodes of Supernatural and Grimm. Sigmund...

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