Tanner's dream

It was a dark and stormy night last night . . . no, really, it was. Hundreds of flashes of lightening per minute illuminated the darkened house as Randi, Ben and Wendell spoke in hushed voices about the magnificent display of nature's thunderous performance. There was a knocking . . . and then the sound of flushing water . . . after a moment, there he was . . . walking . . . with eyes half open . . . he stood there . . . unblinking and asleep, it was Tanner the walking zombie! I turned him around and nudged him back towards the stairs. He trudged his sleepy feet up one step, then another and sunk down to sleep on them. I lifted him up and prodded him all the way back into bed.

In the morning as I was cleaning up the kitchen, the zombie returned, this time as a still-sleepy boy rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up. He mumbles. Then he says with a very expressionless sleepy face, "In my dream there were scientists all around me in this room and then . . . candy started falling from the sky." Then he looks up, and a grin spreads across his face and he laughs.