Why were his hands shaking? His heart was racing. A panic attack. Was it a nightmare? Didn't matter what triggered it. He needed tranquilizers. His throat was parched. He needed a drink.
Now you're talking!
"Tea! I need a glass of tea." Carl repeated it inside his head. He pictured the tea. Fat cubes of ice. Tall glass with drops of dew clinging to the side.
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