CAROLINEFOUR WEEKS LATER…
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olling over in bed,
I cracked my eyes open as my cell phone blared a shrill ringtone. The sound shattered the deep, still darkness of night, and I took a deep breath as I answered the call.
“Hello?” Even without reading the caller ID, I knew who had called me, and heavy breathing met my rasping greeting. “James… did you have another nightmare?”
Every night for the past month James called me, and I shuffled on my back to rub my bleary eyes. Sometimes, when he called, he didn’t even say anything; we were just quiet on the phone. Other times, he told me about his dreams, and there were times when I just told him that Jack and the Beanstalk story. The important thing was that he called, though; I didn’t even care that he woke me up. It wasn’t like I had a job I
