[And why, oh why does that sound like a legitimate question; why is there something inside her that's whispering: you know the answer, you know the answer is yes? A white room, billowing curtains, a wide, white bed that might have looked comfortable if only her battered Miss Kitty plush had been resting on the pillow where she belonged. Morpheus, the dreamer: since when had she known that?]
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[And why, oh why does that sound like a legitimate question; why is there something inside her that's whispering: you know the answer, you know the answer is yes? A white room, billowing curtains, a wide, white bed that might have looked comfortable if only her battered Miss Kitty plush had been resting on the pillow where she belonged. Morpheus, the dreamer: since when had she known that?]
That wasn't a dream?