Oh, god. What did I dream about?
I sat upright, trying to shake my head so that I would know I am fully awake. I dreamt about James. Is it some kind of subconscious fantasy? It really felt so real, though. Like a Déjà vu-real thing.
Today was supposedly my scheduled appointment with Dr. Flynn. He's a psychologist, a friend of my dad, who has been looking out for me since the incident two years ago.
Surprisingly though, I hadn't seen James nor felt his presence around this day. And it made me wondered what he's doing right now. Was he still asleep somewhere? I didn't see any blanket on the coffee table... Maybe, he'd finally found something more interesting than annoying the hell out of me. Well, whatever anyway. Why do I even care?
I was still so deep in thoughts throughout the whole d
