I Get to Meet the President

       It takes me a moment to register these words and I think,What's happening? Why the red alert? Why the President? Surely insanity isn't as serious as this?

        Dr. Frazier looks at me and pats my arm. “It's really quite all right. The President will want to hear all about this story and how it began. You just sit right here and wait with me, or I'm afraid I'm going to have to call security, and we don't want that, do we?” His velvety voice is sickening to me now and it's all I can do not to strangle his thin wiry neck. I nod numbly and stare down at my hands. In a matter of seconds, I hear the whoosh of the doors opening and I keep my head down.

         “Marla.” I can't help it now, so I look up. It was the President who had said my name. He's tall, with dark auburn hair. He's sitting straight and imperious. His skin is normal, unlike the dream that I had quite a long time ago. Finally, when I meet his piercing gaze, my mouth falls open. His eyes are the electric blue that everyone said I took after. It's my father.

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