A few months have passed since I arrived here in Sydney. I am now used to my routine here. I go to work every day. On weekends we are at Marge and Harry’s beach house. Every two weeks, we visit Dr. Harris.
My dreams are now controllable. I rarely dream about it nowadays, and I still don’t know who the boy and Mr. Dreamboy from the hills are. There are days when I’m close to knowing it. I think in time, it will reveal itself. I just let it be.
Fritz is also getting better. We rarely see him cold and aloof these days, and he interacts with people well now. He still goes back to Dr. Harris to monitor his progress.
And Fritz and I are still the same. We have a special relationship and connection. We don’t date, but it feels like that. Everyone around us assumes that we have something. We n
