Emily sat bolt upright, panting & drenched with sweat. She looked around.
She was in her own bed. In one piece. She glanced at the clock. 4:15am.
“Whoa, that was a killer of a dream!” she sighed to herself, almost laughing. “I almost can’t believe it!” She flopped back into her pillows.
“Emily! You home?” Emily glanced at the clock. 9:30 already?! She flew out of bed down to her awaiting friend.
“Whoa!” Emily exclaimed. “A Wonderball!”
“Ask it something!” Lona was trembling with excitement.
“You first,” Emily prodded. “I’m nervous. The answer has to be a number of some kind.”
As soon as the words fell from her lips, she shuddered.
Lona turned to her. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing. I just had the strangest feeling of deja vu.”
Lona laughed. Turning to the Wonderball, she asked, “How many boys have I made out with?”