Only In My Dreams by Dana Marie Bell Page A

longer than twenty-minute wait.
    Then again, the Test Track and Spaceship Earth had had a very long wait and they hadn’t even bothered. Maybe Tower of Terror would be swamped, too. It was supposed to be pretty popular.
    “Deal.”
    They started walking, the warm, humid air coating them both in a fine sheen of sweat before they’d gone very far. Gabe took hold of her hand, the absent gesture saying more than words could. “So, where would you like to eat?”
    They walked over the bridge to World Showcase, landing in Mexico, and Sarah had a sudden yen for Mexican. “Oh. Can we?”
    He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Sure.”
    They headed into the San Angel Inn, loving the Mexican market set up outside the restaurant. Sarah browsed the serapes and maracas while Gabe got their pager.

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    “About a half-an-hour wait until they can seat us. I thought we might shop.”
    “And you said it without shuddering, too!” She patted his head, laughing when he rolled his eyes.
    He picked up her hand and took her into one of the shops, smiling indulgently as she oohed and aahed over the turquoise and opal jewelry. Then he took her on the indoor boat ride, holding her hand as they chased a video Donald through Mexico.
    It was all so normal Sarah had a hard time believing it wasn’t another dream.
    When the pager went off Sarah was starving. They settled in, sharing a delicious meal of sangria and grilled fish. Yum. Pleasantly buzzed from dinner they made their way back into the World Showcase.
    “Where would you like to shop first?”
    She grinned up at Gabe, wondering if this too was a dream. “Italy. I want some Murano glass.”
    “Italy it is.”
    “And I want to stop in Japan and look at the Mikimoto pearls.”
    His smile was beginning to look strained. It was quite a hike from Mexico to Japan. “Okay.”
    “Oh! And I want to hit Morocco.”
    “With what?”
    She laughed, swinging their hands as she practically skipped along the sidewalk, too happy to care about the differences between dreams and harsh realities.

    Sarah grimaced as she stared at the sign next to the entrance of the Tower of Terror. “Fifteen-minute wait.”
    He gave her a ferocious grin, knowing he was as good as on the ride. “We had a deal.”
    “I know.”
    She sounded so disgusted he nearly laughed out loud. He practically dragged her into line, ignoring her muttering and dire threats of bodily injury. He was going to ride the Tower of Terror, and his mate was going to ride it with him. She’d given her word and she was going to stick to it.
    They got into line. There were so few people waiting it took only a moment for them to walk through the doors. Following the cattle run, Gabe tried to calm Sarah’s anxiety. “It’s not that bad.”
    “Have you ever been on it before?”
    “Once.”
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    had to leave to meet some friends he would have gone on it more than once. “You’re gong to like this.”
    “Or else?”
    He snorted. “Worrywart.”
    They stepped onto the elevator and took their seats. “Gabe?”
    He heard a tremor in her voice and suddenly wondered if he’d done the right thing. Her hand was trembling in his. He hadn’t meant for her to be this scared. “Want to get off?” He’d ride by himself. No, he’d get off with her. He wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
    She sat. She was biting her lip, but she strapped herself in, staring forward like she’d just strapped herself down in an electric chair.
    That’s my girl. “Hold my hand. Trust me, it’s really not that bad.”
    Five minutes later, as they hung suspended before they dropped yet again, she turned to him and calmly stated, “I hate you.”
    Her screams pierced his ears as he laughed and