In the last minutes of sleep, Nick dreamed a bear crawled out of his mouth and he woke up scratching at his beard, unsure whether he feared birth or death. He reached below the bed where yesterday’s checkered chef pants were still in a heap on the floor and pulled them on even though he wasn’t a chef. He worked at the deli in the supermarket.
Reilly, A. S. (2019). Ursa Minor. SmokeLong Quarterly, 63. Retrieved from https://www.smokelong.com/stories/ursa-minor/
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