The first time I had the dream, my mom stayed with me until I went back to sleep. The second time it came, two years later, I sat by myself and stared at the ceiling. Then I went to the window and looked outside. It was cold, fall. I stayed […]
Fiction, and other made-up stories
The first time I had the dream, my mom stayed with me until I went back to sleep. The second time it came, two years later, I sat by myself and stared at the ceiling. Then I went to the window and looked outside. It was cold, fall. I stayed […]