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   About The Author (From the back of the book) Alex R. Teixeira is an award winning writer from the National Writer’s Association, and is the author of “Jane” a collection of short stories; “Beyond The Thinking Mind” a book of sutra-like writings for the soul, and “The Black School” a successful underground Magic and Mentalism instructional tome for the trade. “Someone, Somewhere, Some Other Time”, is an engaging tale based on true events in the author’s life; dealing mostly with relationships, it is a story for those who’ve ultimately lost faith in finding that special someone. He was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, but grew up in California, Maryland and Texas. A frequent traveler he currently lives and writes in Miami, Florida with his daughter Paulina and their three cats, Prince, Harry, and Kwai Chang Caine. Excerpt: I woke up suddenly. Cold. The only light came from the full moon through the slits between the vertical blinds over the bed. Marlene slept peacefully next to me, but I felt another presence in the room. Moving my head slowly off the pillow I gazed around like a cautious animal. The clock on the far wall greeted me with a little after four in the morning. I saw nothing unusual, but I felt it. Goosebumps traveled in waves up my arms. Something had pulled me out of sleep. Resting my head again, staring at the popcorn ceiling among shadows I hoped wouldn’t move, I became aware of the pounding of my heart reminding me of tribal drumming. The ceiling fan sounded with faint squeaks moving slowly around and around and around.... Just outside the bedroom, the air-conditioner hummed from its cramped space in the hallway. I heard a siren in the distance, fading. Marlene faced the other way. I whispered her name. She didn’t move. Her hand rested on her hip over the blanket. Recently manicured pink fingernails. I put my hand over hers, squeezed softly and whispered her name again. No response. I thought about getting up for a glass of water, the bathroom, or even the balcony to take in the approaching morning breeze from the sixth-floor, maybe see who might be strolling out there … but I didn’t move. In the darkness thoughts entered my consciousness like ghosts swimming in and out of tombs in a cemetery. Thoughts about my failed relationships; my desire to build a family of my own; thoughts about the beautiful woman beside me and what her presence really meant in my life. I wondered why these thoughts were coming to me. They had in the past, visiting me like unwelcome guests from time to time. But what had invited them now? The goosebumps traveled in variable waves throughout my body as I searched for a Zen moment, the empty mind, but it didn’t work. The awkward feeling of another presence in the room never went away no matter how hard I tried to distract myself. The desire to get out of bed, to disrupt the mysterious gloom and shake off the uneasy sensations was interrupted when seemingly on cue the dream unveiled itself to me. Elizabeth.

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About The Author (From the back of the book) Alex R. Teixeira is an award winning writer from the National Writer’s Association, and is the author of “Jane” a collection of short stories; “Beyond The Thinking Mind” a book of sutra-like writings for the soul, and “The Black School” a successful underground Magic and Mentalism instructional tome for the trade. “Someone, Somewhere, Some Other Time”, is an engaging tale based on true events in the author’s life; dealing mostly with relationships, it is a story for those who’ve ultimately lost faith in finding that special someone. He was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, but grew up in California, Maryland and Texas. A frequent traveler he currently lives and writes in Miami, Florida with his daughter Paulina and their three cats, Prince, Harry, and Kwai Chang Caine. Excerpt: I woke up suddenly. Cold. The only light came from the full moon through the slits between the vertical blinds over the bed. Marlene slept peacefully next to me, but I felt another presence in the room. Moving my head slowly off the pillow I gazed around like a cautious animal. The clock on the far wall greeted me with a little after four in the morning. I saw nothing unusual, but I felt it. Goosebumps traveled in waves up my arms. Something had pulled me out of sleep. Resting my head again, staring at the popcorn ceiling among shadows I hoped wouldn’t move, I became aware of the pounding of my heart reminding me of tribal drumming. The ceiling fan sounded with faint squeaks moving slowly around and around and around.... Just outside the bedroom, the air-conditioner hummed from its cramped space in the hallway. I heard a siren in the distance, fading. Marlene faced the other way. I whispered her name. She didn’t move. Her hand rested on her hip over the blanket. Recently manicured pink fingernails. I put my hand over hers, squeezed softly and whispered her name again. No response. I thought about getting up for a glass of water, the bathroom, or even the balcony to take in the approaching morning breeze from the sixth-floor, maybe see who might be strolling out there … but I didn’t move. In the darkness thoughts entered my consciousness like ghosts swimming in and out of tombs in a cemetery. Thoughts about my failed relationships; my desire to build a family of my own; thoughts about the beautiful woman beside me and what her presence really meant in my life. I wondered why these thoughts were coming to me. They had in the past, visiting me like unwelcome guests from time to time. But what had invited them now? The goosebumps traveled in variable waves throughout my body as I searched for a Zen moment, the empty mind, but it didn’t work. The awkward feeling of another presence in the room never went away no matter how hard I tried to distract myself. The desire to get out of bed, to disrupt the mysterious gloom and shake off the uneasy sensations was interrupted when seemingly on cue the dream unveiled itself to me. Elizabeth.