Wild Fiction

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‘I’m suddenly feeling very tired,’ James said. ‘It’s the author, he must be going to sleep.’
‘What do you mean?’ Rebecca asked looking at each of them in turn.
James and Conrad exchanged glances.
‘How are you feeling?’ Conrad asked looking at Rebecca.
‘I’m fine,’ she said.
‘You don’t in any way feel tired?’
‘No, as I said I feel fine.’
‘It’s just James then,’ Conrad said. ‘The author’s obviously developed your character enough for you to remain awake once he falls asleep. You’re alive in his subconscious. He obviously dreams about you when he’s asleep. We need to get James home before he falls into the arms of Morpheus.’
‘Home?’ Rebecca queried.
‘The author’s rented me a cottage just outside the village in Possum Lane. There’s enough space for all of us.’
They left the pub with James’s lanky figure hanging between Conrad and Rebecca, one arm over each of their shoulders. With each step, James became harder to support until narcolepsy overtook him and he collapsed. Conrad hailed a cab and after an argument with the cab driver about whether or not James was drunk, they got him home.
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