What was I even thinking inviting John to stay over last night? What a terrible idea. I’ve barely slept, especially since here in my room, there’s no separate place for him. No couch for him to crash on, no spare room for him to sleep in. He has to be in the bed with me, and I knew that when I invited him, which brings me back to what was I thinking? I suspect it had to do with his revelation that even though I’ve moved myself all the way across town to the warrior dorms, he can still sense when I’m having a nightmare. He as much as said that he barely slept the night before too, the same as me, and I can’t help feeling guilty about that. If I’d have known that my coming here was going to have that kind of effect on him, I probably would have declined the offer. I don’t regret it, not re

