Clark yawned and stretched before curling back up under the
covers.
He wanted to stay in that netherworld – halfway between awake
and asleep where the dreams he'd had since childhood were
reality.
Where he was married to a beautiful woman – a brunette, usually,
whose face he could never quite see.
Where he had children he loved and doted on.
Where he could use his gifts openly and still have a life
without threatening either of those things, but he was never
quite sure how he did it.
And so he settled back in and tried to go back to sleep, to
recapture that dream; to try to hold on to it for just a few more
minutes.
But it wasn't to be.
