“Well, that was until I realized said dream was of one infuriating man named Davio Loveria. Abruptly I dissolved that dream and bolted upright. I grumbled and shuffled, on my bottom, toward the headboard. Leaning back, I listened to the chirpy sound of a Tui bird outside in the native Pohutakawa tree. At a guess, he had wished me a good morning. I zeroed in on the Tui bird’s pretty call and turned up my receptors to a more satisfactory level. Simultaneously, I turned down the volume of passing t...raffic, not to mention blocking out my mother’s atrocious singing from her adjoining bathroom. Now there was a bonus. Ah, sublime. Perfect. Only the pretty Tui bird’s trill left to fill the silence. Finally, a more fulfilling start to the day. Especially considering yesterday. Oh boy, yesterday. Now there was a slice of reality. Davio Loveria. Nope, I wasn’t going to think about him. Not worth it. In fact, I would forcibly thrust him and his dratted recurring image from my mind. Yeah, that’s better.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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