Still restless from the dream, my head wanders to how badly I want out of this town. The game playing on the TV casts dark shadows on the wall behind me and I watch them. “Sounds to me like you’re trying to convince yourself. “It doesn’t make me a pussy,” he mutters. “You can sleep with me whenever you want, bro.” I turn on my side, pulling the covers up. “But if that dream of mine comes back, or yours…well…” “This never happened.” I lie down next to him. “We can’t tell anyone we slept in the same bed. He drinks his, sets it on the nightstand, and plops back down on his side. I walk back over, giving one to him and keeping one for me. I roll my eyes and throw the cover off, pad into the bathroom, and pour two cups of water. “Well, if you’re getting up, I’ll take some water.” “You want a glass of water too? Maybe a blankie or a teddy bear?” I have noticed he’s been sleeping with his TV on for a while, and I get the feeling he’s up a lot more than I realize. “Sure.” I click on the remote and bring up a game. “Can we turn on the TV? Maybe watch some football or something?” Or maybe it’s not, and I was there-” A long gust comes out of him. I wish Dad had never told us about her police report. I’m standing over her and her eyes open and she screams. “No, but I’m there, and it’s just me and her alone. “Why would you dream that? You weren’t there.
“Last week, I dreamed I was in those woods with her.”Īpprehension ratchets up higher, but I keep my face blank. He shows me his face and it’s tortured, his mouth turned down, his forehead creased. No matter what you tell me, that will never change.” He crosses his arms, which looks funny while he’s lying down. “What specifically happens in your dreams?”
“I gave Ava shit today, and I shouldn’t have, but she messes with my head.” My chest feels tight, and I roll over and look at him.
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