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She woke to see the one yellow rose in the vase by her bedside Charles had given her, now opened up to show its true beauty. She rolled over and hugged the pillow recalling her dream, and then with a sigh struggled out of bed. It was a dream she’d had so often. A dream that preceded the nightmare, and she didn’t wish to be reminded of the nightmare.